La Rochelle (1)

Having spent a large chunk of last night ‘imagining’ the beginning of a new story, I was up at 7 this morning and 70 minutes later had drafted 1,877 words. They may end up being nothing material of course, but boy was I in the groove!

It’s at times like that when the act of writing can almost be of more significance / value that what’s actually written…

My Writing Diary