My mind meanders... I try to keep it in tow, but it's useless somedays.
I was watching the little one today, playing the piano at the local arts center. She said she was playing Beethoven. I rolled on the floor laughing - grateful she knows the great one's name, but I didn't recognize the piece. (Can't stop laughing. She is SO intense!)
I began to think of how practice is so important, for an instrument, a sport.
In the past, I have pooh-poohed doing writing prompts. I like doing them, don't get me wrong, but I want to write, especially 'Blue.' Spending time on 'peripheral' stuff seems such a waste. Time is so very precious.
I think I have been missing the point. Writing prompts might be 'practice' for regular writing.
I think I will do them more.
Life is a lot of thinking.