My Upper Nest
The Daily Prompt word is Incubate. As a writer, I’ve always looked at my alert mind as my upper nest, as in comparison to an incubator. In my early years, I tried to sit on my thoughts, ruminating at length, that was not productive, my rear wouldn’t get into the right gear to release all that wry wit or wisdom. My thoughts remained hidden below, lost from the world. Volumes needed to travel bit by bit up to the limbic system, deep in my brain, I consider it my incubator. Different cells contained favored bits of knowledge, covering different periods of time. I learned years ago the number of bits of information that I put in my deep brain can become counterproductive. Overloaded, greatly diminishing my crystal clear cantations. In comparison, I have incubated the contents of an ostrich egg in the past for the full forty days only to have that of a hummingbird hatched out for processing into written wisdom. That is how I ended up writing my short stories.
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