The hot briquettes glow molten orange from inside the black iron stove.
Okay, I have decided to go back to writing small stones every day....or at least nearly every day.
For those of you who don't know what I'm rabbiting on about, I took part in the 'River of Stones' project in January, started by novelist Fiona Robyns and her fiancé Kaspalita, a Buddhist priest. Put very simply, the project encouraged participants to become more mindful of their surroundings and daily life, by writing about some aspect every day, known as 'a small stone'. Fiona has produced an e-book about the practice of writing small stones, which you can download for free. It is an excellent reading, and I thoroughly recommend it.
For me personally, although there were times when the stones were a chore, I came out of the project feeling energised in a creative sense, and found myself being really productive. However, this has waned as February has gone on. I haven't been near my beloved novel-in-hand for weeks, and even found myself questioning whether or not I even want to continue with it, a real crisis of confidence for me. I'm still not sure about the answer to that one, but I definitely felt better writing a little something every day. So I'm going back to writing stones, spiritual matters aside, because I'm lazy. I need the discipline.