I was working out before bed the other night and my mind, as has been its way lately, wandered off. When it returned, I had the opening scene to the next Duxbridge novel..
Exhausted, I thought, I’ll write it all down tomorrow. If you know anything about inspiration, that is almost always a mistake. But somewhere between morning chores and the first cup of coffee I remembered that I had an idea.
It took me a few minutes, but I did manage to conjure up that very good idea (if I do say so myself) and jot down the notes for it. It was very satisfying.
And that was about the only creative thing that happened all week…
At least tomorrow is a quiet day, with quiet celebrations. Next year I might be ready for big thanks. This year, I’m good with the small ones.
Happy Thanksgiving to all in the US. And the rest…I hope it’s a good week.
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