Sunday, 4 July 2010

early in the morning

It's early in the morning. Before they awake, before he awakes, the cat and I have opened our eyes and are creeping around the half-lit house. In the dusky, nearly-dawn, I half dream of what might happen. At the moment, doors are opening in my house, in my life. People are interested in my writing, which has been travelling around the Internet, neatly packaged in a file for them to open. Hope has been glaring at me from under my bed, reclaiming the light of day from amongst the dust bunnies. This summer, I must brush off the cobwebs from attic dreams, tie an apron round my waist, put my hands to work, finish my book. I will shelter in the deep green of the forest, drift in the emerald leaves and type.

4 comments:

Amy said...

Beautiful and cryptic. I can't wait to read what you write.

redredday said...

i love this, Susanna. makes me so happy each time i come read it. i'm glowing inside for you :).

Kruse said...

How wonderful.
Looking forward to the unfolding....

lasuza said...

Thank-you all for your faith- inspiring words.