Tuesday, 18 August 2009


This is where I wish I'm not as tired as I am. Sitting in the car on the way to London via Longleat, and my synapses are firing. Ideas and images and words and conversations being flung around. This is where I wish I hadn't put my laptops in the boot rather than in the back with me. Hundreds of ideas, for books, stories. Just words, phrases, snippets. All like gold dust to me.

1 comment:

  1. I like gold dust. I like writing stories that reveal the heart and soul of people as they journey through life. I find freedom in weaving words together. Sarah