A writer friend of mine—brilliant, messy, wildly imaginative—wakes up every morning at 5:30 a.m. to write before work. Two hours of quiet. A cup of tea. No phone, no internet. Just the soft light of dawn and his pages.
"the soft light of dawn" usually tempts me back to bed. Your friend's discipline is impressive
I write at work. You don't just put a keyboard in front of a writer and nothin happens : )
Return to the page — whenever, wherever, however. Yep.
Thank you for helping me to embrace my messiness.
"the soft light of dawn" usually tempts me back to bed. Your friend's discipline is impressive
I write at work. You don't just put a keyboard in front of a writer and nothin happens : )
Return to the page — whenever, wherever, however. Yep.
Thank you for helping me to embrace my messiness.