The Sleeping Dragon Stirs
Opening one eye the dragon sleepily looks out on the world. She shuts her eye, not sure she wants to wake up. Will she drift back to dreams?Its too late for that. Her brain is stimulated. Her consciousness roars to life long before she does.
I am that dragon. I lay there still half asleep thinking about my cave, my solitude and what lies ahead for this day. I know sleep is no longer possible, but if I must wake up it will be slowly.
Do I have food to eat? Will my cave be invaded by silly warriors seeking to destroy me? Is my hoard of silver and jewels to be safe on this day?
I must wake up and find out.
So what's this all about? Well, I signed up for three July/August dares at Forward Motion this morning. I feel like that dragon, waking up and getting used to the idea of working on my writing again instead of avoiding it.
I signed up to write three articles and four short stories, and to write at least 1000 words daily. Blog postings don't count, alas!
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