Seem to have lost a notebook. In reality this means certainly two scenes I like-and one I am not so sure of -gone.
I don’t think they would have won any awards in their current state but I feel their loss painfully nonetheless.
A stark reminder of the realities of writing for me. I have no time and what time I have I scribble in a notebook. You might see me in a random coffee shops, on the bus sometimes (maybe I left it on the bus). Perhaps what I really need as well as a writing habit is the time to sit quietly at my laptop.
It is impossible to have this when my son is awake. My laptop is a way for him to scroll through a thousand images of red buses or YouTube (obvs). It demands a different time where my husband could bear to have the telly off or I take my laptop out to an office or maybe the pub?