Couldn’t ask for a more beautiful day to sit down and finish my story for my fiction workshop. I just went on a long walk around my neighborhood, because you can’t not go on a walk in this weather…plus, my neighborhood is inspiring. Is that weird? Thinking about cute houses makes me write better. Is that weirdER…?
The windows are open in my sunroom and I have the entire evening ahead of me.
This, my friends, is my idea of perfection.