
It feels like a ghost-town, Halifax. Like it doesn't actually exist. The same will be true for Vancouver, once I am gone.
I don't know if it's Vancouver or working at the Library again, or just having a chunk of time where my brain isn't coiling around homework, but I've been thinking about writing. And stories. Fragments are working their way around me, hopefully compiling. The image that comes to mind is one of those toys where the iron filaments are attracted to the magnet pen. Not that I actually know how those things work (wait, now I do. I googled it.).
This book is on my list of miracle cures for turning ideas and words and phrases into stories. I know, I know - just write. Okay.
Happy New Year.
2 comments:
a plan of attack: everyday, write three pages, edit down to two. i'll hold you to it.
happy new year!
Happy New Year Ange, hope you are fine there.
Ana
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