The post ideas come when I can’t write them down. Long drives on curvy roads. Watching little curls bounce in the ocean breeze. Snuggling a little man who asks to be my baby again.

I had grand plans of writing thousands of words while we were on vacation. But my fingers didn’t seem to get to go on vacation along with the rest of me.

When I finally found time and cell service to call a friend, I told her my next plan was to find a corner and hole up and write. And then she shared with me a tidbit she’d read in Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg:

Sometimes, the ideas have to compost. The longer it takes you to write the words down, the richer they can be. The more times you write and rewrite, the deeper your story can be.

So I’ll keep soaking up the sun and composting.