There is a Door

"There is a door. And it waves to me."

I woke up with these words in my head this morning. Yep, I'm one of those weird ones. I awake in the morning (or if I'm intensely lucky, the middle of the night) with ideas in my head: lesson plans, songs, answers to math problems.... Today, I woke up with the first two sentences of a book that I think I'm supposed to write. My voice was silently saying them before I ever opened my eyes. (It's no wonder I don't wake up rested. I can't stop thinking!) Yeah, I know. I sound like one of those crazy, eccentric people who hears voices, isolates herself, and writes weird stuff. I'm not though. Really. (Am I trying to convince myself or you?)

Lately, I've just been feeling this, well, stirring. I guess that's what I'd call it. I've been feeling a need to write.. a need to write and sing. I guess the artsy fartsy part of my brain is taking over. Maybe it's hormones, maybe it's Spring, maybe I should just have a baby instead. :) I don't know. I just know that, with summer approaching, when I should be focusing on gardening, painting, and building sand castles with my kids at the beach, I can't get rid of this sense of urgency to write. So.... I will write. I'll let you know how it goes. (Maybe this can just be a short, children's book. Wouldn't that be lovely?)