There's a book in my brain! Little streams of storylines keep bubbling up in my mind, my commute to work is overflowing with words I feel I simply have to write down, and more than anything else, I want to know how this story will end. I shall get typing, if only so that my curiosity is sated.
There's a summer calm in the house tonight. PB is playing Bach softly on the piano, the dim yellow lamp is flickering mildly and a solitary moth is making its presence felt.
I feel relieved to have finally blogged after a hiatus of more than three years.
Grateful.
6 years ago
