So up until now, sitting at the beach has been a great inspiration for writing. The creative juices flow and I get page after page after page jotted down either hand written or typed in format.
Key words there being until now.
This time we had internets and I had work to do. Granted working next to the waves and sand is something I’d do on any given day, however trying to feel creative after 40 plus hours of the grind?
Um, yeah not so much.
I didn’t even touch any jewelry either.
I need to figure something out, because I need to accomplish all three at my dream destination.
But it’s put the book on even more of a delay.
*insert forlorn sigh here*
cheers!
m