Whenever I go for a stroll, wherever I end up, there’s always a story hiding just around the next corner. A new character, a setting for the next scene or a thought provoking conversation with a stranger. I love to write and spend all my spare minutes collecting the material I want to write about.
I don’t usually get to put any of it down until after 10pm though as I’m too busy living life. So I wait until life is snuggling down for a rest and has slowed down just enough for me to pause and pen a few words before bedtime.
That’s what I tell myself, then I realise again, oops! 3am and still writing and such a lot of life to catch up on tomorrow. Maybe just a few more words before sleep.