Writing coach 123

 We had a wonderful meeting today , the writing coach and me  

She has tasked me with spending 5 timed minutes writing so fast that my thoughts of how I don’t have the right  descriptions don’t have time to catch up.  She hilariously tried to tie my lame horse to galloping across the page with written works that are free and   Unhindered and uncatchable  .. little does she know both my brain and my horse are slightly lame and working on improving. 

I have come to the conclusion that she , the brilliant writer , is an amazing person.  She ,herself, is the character we hope to grow into.  That lady that is brilliant beyond most understanding and  flawed only because she imagines herself to be.  Looking through the zoom window I see perfection in the most basic human form.  The one that can see her errors and rights her wrongs. That puts joy out into the world while staring at the depths of the bleak humanity has been presenting us with daily. 

I like her. 

And she thinks I am funny occasionally .


in a world that we would have never met but for the internet and a lame horse named Henry I see the miracle that life is . 

I know today I can write this book and it’s going to be worth the effort for both of us. 


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