my backyard this week.
I can count on one hand the number of words I've said out loud today. I can NOT count on one hand the number of words I've written. As I, ahem, may have mentioned once or twice, this hasn't exactly been my pattern as of late, so I'm a pretty happy girl right now.
There are gorgeous red-and-yellow trees outside my window. A squeaky bed. A desk, a table lamp. I came armed with 12 pens, 500 notecards, 3 legal pads, and Scrivener. I've gotten more done in the last 24 hours than I have in the last 6 months.
I need to put this quiet space in a bottle and take it home with me.
Also this view.