Day 4 of my practice retreat and the wonders of a deadline that is taken away.
No longer a weasel in a rabbit warren. Day 3 of my practice retreat and I am finally in the zone.
From the top of the tower to having mixed feelings – all grist to the mill in the log for my practice retreat.
A difficult evening ahead but looking forward to sculpting my way into writing.
Wondering about how this windy spring-like weather is affecting my novel-focussing hibernation.
A sociable walk up Knocklofty and reflecting on a successful Cave of my own.