I just can’t let it go. I don’t want to get into this routine where I feel like I have to rush home every night.
So I stopped by the coffee house in Acton on my way home and wrote for about an hour. When I got up to leave, I noticed these flowers on the next table.
I’m so glad I’m taking a photo every day. It reminds me to notice. And isn’t that basically what writers are doing? Noticing?
Last night I had an idea for a short story. It's been a long time since something came to me like this. I stopped everything and wrote it down. There were even bits of dialogue!
When I was on vacation and friends asked about my writing, I told them that I have been thinking a lot about conflict, and how it works in fiction.
Then I threatened to rough them up.
When I was on vacation and friends asked about my writing, I told them that I have been thinking a lot about conflict, and how it works in fiction.
Then I threatened to rough them up.
No comments:
Post a Comment