After an especially busy week, I sat down Saturday morning and thought about how fast the time had flown by. Last week was a whirlwind of activity.
Yes, some things accomplished. Many things yet to do. Where did the time go?
I blame it on my age. The older I get, the faster time flies. Believe me, I’m in no rush . . . for anything! Besides that, I’m a writer. I cannot rush anything.
So, here I sit thinking, trying to get my thoughts in order, and asking what I learned last week. Here’s the list:
- I need to get my work in front of real people. Period.
- I write best on trains. The trip from Boston’s South Station to Pittsfield inspires me tremendously. On one of these trips, I wrote The Chef.
- The Twilight Zone episode, A Stop at Willoughby, is the inspiration for my next short story, The Conductor.
Have lots to do this week, including finishing the cover art for my last story, The Priest.
But for now, I’m taking a breather as I finish my third cup of coffee.