Today, the writer in me is Not speeding:) The flow is slow.  And the motivation has gone from unstoppable to let's stop.  I've been on a writing marathon for weeks.  This week it's been more like a triathlon. 

Now that it is September, I feel the call to get outside again. (Summer is Not my time). Stir-crazy began to rattle my cage last night when the Force eased up.

Thankfully, today I have the discipline to stay with the process and lay down the words. Then I need to go out and walk and play and breeze-out.  First though – my morning pages.