Between the cleaning, the errands, the cooking and the visiting with friends I woke up this morning determined to make some time to write. After a few false starts, I was able to get a first draft down of a piece I've been mulling around in my head for weeks. I get my best work done in the morning, a cup of tea and some peace and quiet make a fine muse.
An afternoon phone conversation with my dad, one of my most ardent supporters, covered important topics like shipping container houses, my writing and the importance of naps. Our chat left me with a little more motivation to buckle down, write more and think less. But first I think I need a nap.
|My napping buddy|