It doesn’t feel totally real yet, but my first writing Friday is in the books. Literally! I knew I wouldn’t be able to sit in one place and produce words the whole day. (I probably will never be able to do that, and I’m guessing there aren’t many writers who do? Also that doesn’t sound very healthy?) So I started with an hour outside at my local coffee shop, adding some new words to the nonfiction project. Then I went on a long, meandering walk while listening to a new podcast (
I LOVE the Luce Center! My fav place at the BMA! And I am also obsessed with that wallpaper. Sounds like the perfect First Friday to me.