If you're a writer, reading this post may result in some envy, so don't say I didn't warn you. Last week I spent four days in silence writing here:
I brewed fresh coffee and ate breakfast in my cottage, but at noon and in the evenings, I walked to fresh monk-cooked meals (served and relished in silence while listening to music) along this path:
Best of all, I spent 10-12 hours a day with my characters here:
The results? Renewed hope that I might be able to write something other than crap. Alleluia.
I brewed fresh coffee and ate breakfast in my cottage, but at noon and in the evenings, I walked to fresh monk-cooked meals (served and relished in silence while listening to music) along this path:
Best of all, I spent 10-12 hours a day with my characters here:
The results? Renewed hope that I might be able to write something other than crap. Alleluia.