I read somewhere that on any single day or in any single scene, an observant writer can find a lifetime of ideas. I scratch my head as I ping-pong about through my day. I have to admit it: by forcing myself to notice, I’m more attuned to people and events around me.
This morning I watched a woman, dressed in a suit that announced her importance, grab hold of a cup of black coffee with both hands and lift it to her nose. Eyes closed, she held her face as if she left her body and drifted off to someplace where life is good and unhurried, and where we take time to bask in mercy and love.
Writers? How about you? Do you look around you and see a lifetime of inspiration and story?