Life in Technicolor
The sky is grey with mist and rain.
I think I’m suffering from both a cold and a mai tai hangover. Still, here I am: sitting in the middle of a library, listening to Coldplay and warming my fingers up to write a novel.
Let me take a moment to relate my current adventures:
Two days ago was the best night of writing I have ever had in my life. Every fucking sentence was like a crowd of beautiful women, applauding as I demonstrated how to breathe. Over and over again.
It was a good night.
So I am here, at the library, again. With a cold and a hangover, to do it all over again.