I'm really excited my creativity is coming back to life, started outlining a couple scenes potentially for a book last night. Also toying with another idea for a photography collection, focusing on decaying architecture; I find an odd combination of saddness, hope, sentimentality and beauty in the fallen form of a building.
Most of these have come to me in the middle of the night over the last 4 nights. Its as if the calm of night, peace from the world, hiding in the darkness, allows one's mind to follow paths it shys from under the light of the sun. Lovely, if not for early alarms and long days at work.
I've always wanted to take a long weekend, check into a b&b, and write. Preferably in tge fall, on a porch wrapped in a blanket watching the leaves being tossed around. Maybe tgis year, feels long overdue.
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