The List

I have a list.

I have many actually. It’s the linear part of my brain. The one that tells creativity to hush it… unless it’s the part of creativity that can keep clean (you know, unlike most creative things like painting and playdough and baking.) But it’s this linear, list-making, stacatto nature of my mind that has been in overdrive lately. I’ve always had lists. Always loved lists. But this time my pen ran along the straight lines of paper with such vigor, filling in each space as though it were water trickling over the crevices of a rocky shore, until my hand began to reach for the curl of the page, ready to welcome a second. It was then that I stopped myself. A bit over the top even by my clearly at-the-moment-left-brained standards.  Apparently even in times focused on the analytical, I tend to go grand and make lists that could rival the Constitution.

And this is when I was just getting warmed up… this was just the beginning.

So, instead of rambling on about lists. Instead of listing reasons that I have a list, in my list.  I’ll just leave you with this little piece of fun. My two little bundles of creative energy.

My favorite is the way she wiggles herself to a start… that and the baby laughter about halfway through.

And I apologize for the overuse of the word list in this post.

List. List. List.

If for some reason you don’t see me resurface soon, just come check under the piles of you-know-what crumpled up on my floor.

Writing with hand cramps,

List.