For more than a decade there was this:
It became quickly apparent that my hot corner, my idea mecca, was on its way out. In April, it was replaced by the handsome grey sectional.
I woke that day, ready to settle in with my pens and paper and the intention of turning my wispy thoughts into workable ideas, but for the first time since I’ve been published, I was about to embark on a shiny, new idea without the comfort of the comfy green couch, without my hot corner. And a little piece of me, just a tiny one, is believing there was magic in them-thar, saggy cushions.
I almost ended this post with that last sentence, but I need to see the following words typed out and published:
There maybe have been magic in the hot corner but sitting there that much, chances are, I soaked in a lot of it. Either that, or I put the magic there in the first place. And now I write.