Water Sign

Swimming has become very important to me. It is like yoga mixed with meditation. My arms and legs stretch in opposite directions.  My arms and legs move in their sockets.  It is a full stretch and aerobic activity without weight bearing down. It is quiet.  I am only aware of my own noises - blowing out air and the occasional splash from my feet.

As I swim my laps my mind calms.  By the second lap I have usually fixated on a memory and I pick at the memory as the details come back. I add sounds and smells to visuals. So it is not surprising necessarily that my novel is developing in the pool. I got an idea for a story a week ago.  My two main characters talked to each other in my head while I swam this morning. I smiled listening to their voices and the other parts of their story began to develop in my mind.

I climbed out of the pool and sat in the locker room writing quick notes to myself while I dripped in my pile of towels. A quick shower and off to work. I will review my shorthand tonight and fill in my ideas. The outline! She swims!