I thought about writing all day today. Once again, I looked forward to getting home and just moving on with the story I’m writing about. I couldn’t wait to get on a bus and write some ideas on one of my notebooks. Like a wave, I can feel the writing high building up inside my head. I’ll be away for a couple of days later this week, and the mere thought of the writing withdrawal symptoms is terrifying.
I know, I know – living outside one’s head is about as important as writing what’s inside one’s head. So here’s a hint to where we’re off to.
Have a good night, and thanks for reading!