Cycling in boisterous weather and sinking deeply into manuscript-reading.
Remembering to take the day off, following in the bound of a wallaby and enjoying the night sky.
Almost incoherent after a beautiful day of Qi Gong in the foothills of kunanyi.
A good for writing day: grey and wet – and a letter from the passport office.
Another foggy start to a beautiful day, back to the School of Art Library and a trip to the pop-up people.
Finding a new place to write and enjoying a crisp walk under the full moon.
Grounding myself with Qi Gong and reclaiming my name after a rather unpromising start to the day.
Making preparations for a meal and having a bit of a chat about my novel.