Morning was quiet. And then it was not.

11 thoughts on “Morning was quiet. And then it was not.”

  1. I have been lucky to always have my own space, but for my father it was a dream that only came to fruition later in life. I know from him how hard it had been working or having his own makeshift space for years and years while I was a kid. It was a great feeling for him to get his space once we moved into a big enough home.

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  2. You are off to a good start. It’s hard when routines are disrupted. We all need our quiet time. Writers especially. Hmm, maybe anyone who is going through a creative process.

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  3. Ah, Andrea. Your final paragraph on participating in the daily blogging challenge pushed me to sign up. And all I planned to do was send out a post. One. On Wordle and word clouds. NOW I’ll battle ending a book and Blogging each day. It may be drivel but I’ll see what happens. The last time I took a challenge like that I ended up learning to write with a sense of humor. Maybe I’ll settle on just making sense.

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  4. Having your own space to write is so important…it used to be my quiet desk at some point…but these days I have to make do with a few minutes between work and my work table is where I write…Maybe it’s high time and I should change this. 🙂 would you like to read my blog at aishwaryasivakumar.wordpress.com ? It’s a rather effortless flow of thoughts… 🙂

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  5. Nothing is better that your own space for writing 🙂 I know it from my own experience- but I always add some classical music,mostly piano and cretive feeling is immediately here :))

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