For a few weeks now, I’ve been stalled at the same place in my writing. I’m only 4 or 5 scenes away from being finished with the rough draft.
I know what’s next. I know what I want to write. I even know how I’m going to write it.
I just can’t seem to pull the trigger on it though.
So yesterday, I ran away. Threw myself into nature and sightseeing. Blew the cobwebs out of my brain.


Yes, the clock actually works. Though the time is wrong.
The falls are kind of a secret, known only to locals. Luckily, my boyfriend is an excellent guide.
My creative energies have been recharged and I’m ready to work again.

