I was awake early this morning, but when I staggered into the office, I didn’t switch on the computer.
I have been having a rough ride with technology lately and thought I would turn to my writing and the current WIP. It was barely light outside, and the house was quiet. Both of my patients were sleeping, and Milo had eaten his breakfast and gone for a walk. Considering it had been a while since I wrote anything, (tut tut!) the words came spilling out of my head like treacle. I was back in the story, remembering what everyone was up to, as if I hadn’t been away.
Just as I was pondering the value of technology versus writing, Milo jumped up on to the windowsill and peered at me through the glass.
He has such a sweet face, doesn’t he?
This was something I used to do every morning, and somehow had abandoned lately.
I have no idea how I lost these moments, but I am determined to reinstate them, as this is where the magic lives…
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