This morning I sat down at my desk with a blank mind. You may be wondering how's that possible? How can my mind be blank? It sounds like an infliction from a Science Fiction movie. Yet, that's exactly what I had first thing this morning: a blank mind. Of course, as soon as I realized that, I spoiled things by feeling my mind blank, then trying to describe the feeling in words. After all, I am a writer. It's a curse, but I have to express myself.
But let's think for a moment. Thinking is thoughts. Thoughts are words. Sometimes they come with special images and even their own exclamation marks. But what's to say that my best state of mind is when my mind is blank?
For the next few seconds, I'm going to go to that place again and see ....
The thoughts and imagines were replaced with a feeling. The feeling was of my mind empty.
I like it.
And strangely, I feel better now. Rejuvenated. Motivated. I think I'll have my Sunday breakfast, then do some edits on my manuscript Omatiwak: Woman Who Cries, then maybe I'll work on my new WIP, after that, I might just read Margaret Atwood's The Blind Assassin, again. (I'm kidding; I'd need a week)
Oh, I'm reading from Kiss of the Assassin again tomorrow night 93.1 CFIS-FM at 6 PM PST. I'm reading ch. 14, and it's only available online. CFIS's receiver can't be picked up outside the Prince George bowl area, as yet.
Have a great and inspiring Sunday, everybody. Try to stop thinking for a few moments and let yourself just be.