A hummingbird is busy. His wings flap eighty times per second.
Writing a novel isn’t that intense. I work in my pajamas. I have a pretty desk. I stare into space. A lot.
But sometimes, my brain flaps like a hummingbird’s wings. It’s hard to hold on to all my thoughts before I put them on paper.
So I make lists. I outline. I draw arrows. I color. I gnash my teeth. That’s busy.
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Great post Elisabeth.
I think we can safely say you’re very busy indeed 🙂
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Thanks David! Glad you stopped by.
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Elisabeth
Beautifully written!
I have just nominated your blog for the Liebster Award – Liebster is German and means sweetest, kindest, nicest, dearest, beloved, lovely, kind, pleasant, valued, cute, endearing and welcome.
Please see http://andrewtoynbee.wordpress.com/ for the full story.
Keep up the great work!
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Wow! I’m honored, though my family might argue with you about sweetest. I look forward to answering your ten questions in a future post. Thank you so much!
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My Pleasure. You deserve it.
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