It was refreshing, really. Two hours of bloggy bliss, I’d go as far to say.
Curling up on a borrowed couch, laptop snugly on lap, four-legged, furry muse on hip, I demanded and received two hours of uninterrupted writing time. My travel blog proved another use as I rightfully claimed that a post had to be made last night or I could just as well give the project up for lost (alright, a bit of exaggeration that, but I do prefer to post once a week and it had been a long seven days indeed since the last Writing Nook had hit the airwaves.)
Anyhow, it went splendidly.
I do so love to write.
Sometimes you forget the love you have for a thing until you revisit it, however briefly.