I was feeling pretty under the weather today, but my youngest son convinced me to go to community choir anyway tonight.  It’s the one thing that we do together, just the two of us, and he has a good ear for harmony especially considering that he’s only eight.

It’s amazing how it just makes me feel better.  Maybe it’s the deep breathing?  The beauty of the music?  But one creative act begs another, so then my dear husband played guitar and piano for me (not both at once) so I could dance in the living room.  I don’t dance regularly with a group at the moment, and it is becoming an important ritual.  The day isn’t right if I haven’t danced.

This creative chain began when I rose above feeling wretched to go and sing, and now will continue from dancing to writing as I turn again to preparing my Snowflake outline for the upcoming novel-writing month.  The way it’s shaping up,  I know it won’t be a polished novel the first draft, but it could end up being a very cool story!