For the next week I’m not making a concerted effort toward any great goal or long term project. I’m taking a break, a holiday, so any writing will be done solely for the fun of it.
I expect silly and/or bad poetry, scraps of prose, snippets of conversation, ideas, descriptions and maybe a postcard or letter. I will write every day but it’ll be totally free and I’m rather looking forward to it.
I do hope this helps me to decide what to work on next. I’ve got loads of ideas but am being indecisive and keep changing my mind. Probably cause I’m tired.
On that note, nap time. The babies have gone quiet and – fingers crossed – to sleep. My turn. Tonight the foire!
More on that later, promise.