inspiration strikes when you least expect it. for me, it is usually late at night when i should be sleeping. i only wish i could fuel some of my creativity into my work projects. alas, that does not seem to be in the cards. instead i will just have to happy with my own projects at the moment.
funny how steadily the ink flows out onto the paper when you want it to. sometimes your head just needs to be emptied, i think. today i managed to write a short story, pen a long letter to a friend, and finish an art project.
a lazy sunday most definitely.
i wonder if my switch back to physically writing in a pen and paper format has reignited something. it certainly makes for a slower process, but there is something about the tactile nature of a notebook that gives me goosebumps. i like watching my handwriting change from start to finish as well. i wish i had better penmanship.
favourite writing utensil?
now, if only i could figure out what to make for dinner my day would be complete.