Sitting in the sun and contemplating full immersion in my novel during my unplugged week.

Gathering what I can from an intense evening and looking forward to hearing Heather Rose.

Enjoying the sense of companionability that seems to be emanating from my writing table in the wake of the Writing Cave.

Thinking about dislocation and comfort and valuing our creativity as I prepare for the Writers’ Cave.

Finding clarity above the fog, and pondering the pros and cons of selective engagement.

Taking life a little more gently after a few weeks of lots of writing, and enjoying a cold spell.

Sudden sunshine on the café as I am drawn to it to wake me up on this grey day.

Disappointed that the predicted snow didn’t fall but enjoying the clear-headedness that the cold brings.

Bringing in the washing on a day filled with writing engagement.

Ditching my first podcast in favour of talking to you now that I am in much better spirits.