At home, I am wrapped up in my life. There is work – freelance and part-time jobs -, there are chores at home, grocery shopping, the occasional outing with friends. All that and more. The daily stuff that we do unthinking. Today I sit on a train. My brother gifted me a weekend in Prague for my birthday six months ago. What with the pandemic … Continue reading It takes a trip
Does it begin with an idea or with the mere desire to write something? I keep collecting ideas. I take a note on my phone. Or I use one of my many notebooks and jot it down. To never return to it. Or to eventually return and wonder what I was on about. Or to discover that the idea had merit and might just be … Continue reading Where do I begin?