This is my grandson, Elijah, enjoying his first birthday cake – a cupcake, actually, with green frosting. As I watched him dig into that multi-colored confection last night, I smiled at his determination to consume every last crumb. Didn’t matter that he had only four little teeth with which to chew. He was in it for pure enjoyment.
I thought about that.
When was the last time I sat down to write for pure enjoyment? Not thinking about how to twist the plot to create more tension, or tweak a character’s mannerisms to make her a little more or less evil, but just writing because it’s fun. Hmm . . .
I think today I may put aside the intensity and write something silly.
For pure enjoyment.