I’m on a self-directed writer’s retreat. I’m tucked in at my parents’ treehouse with no kids, no job, no responsibility. Except writing. So far it’s been going well but this morning I feel an overwhelming urge to be writing here, at ye olde blog space, rather than where I need to be, on my work. So this is my “acknowledge the problem and move on” post.
That’s all. I’m done now. Back to Julia, Joséphine and all the others.