I can only focus for so long when editing posts.

Or at least that it how it feels. I write almost daily, but not for public consumption. I have logged over 4 million words on the 750Words site. That’s a lot of text. Over a lot of time. And that is where I start the brain dump. Or the class assignment. Or the character setting for a story. But there is a lot there to share. I have notes and lists about the Labyrinth and how it helps me visualize what the heck I am doing. (And even now I am recognizing that this could be how birds find their way. Is the Labyrinth my earth magnet?).

I resist posting because I know what I want to say has not been clearly lined out. That my streams, though interesting (at least to me) are rocky and muddy. I have finally given up and decided to just ignore the prompts of the SEO or whatever other system the internet has decided “works”. There is something more obscure at work here, and I have learned to attend to its Call.

So, Flutterings. Erratic flight paths of a Hummingbird mind that eventually finds its target.

And, by the way…Happy Birthday!