Snapshot of a page from Elizabeth Gilbert’s book, Big Magic. Under that header the text reads,
“All of which is to say: You do not need a permission slip from the principal’s office to live a creative life.
“Or if you do worry that you need a permission slip – THERE, I just gave it to you.
“I just wrote it on the back of an old shipping list.
“Consider yourself fully accredited.
“Now go make something.”
The page has the shadow of a cat’s ear across it as well as whiskers across the top.

Good morning! It’s blog day, and if you want word from the land of teh gifted, too bad, I’m totally piking out.

My head is full of a conversation I’ve been trying to pin down for months now. Last night I finally heard the characters talking again, and the universe sent me a sign via Liz Gilbert, so I’m going to fiction before I kitchen and garden.

May you, also, get dirt, flour, wood, wool, or words under your nails today.