It's like traveling with a Stairmaster
Writing by hand is magical if I've never told you before. I think our brain and deep writer voice work about that speed.
That only serves to strengthen my resolve to leave my electronics with all excess baggage at home.
He doesn't pander.
Goodnight port, goodnight Scops owls whispering whom.
Goodnight light and the waxing moon.
Goodnight ferries, goodnight limes, goodnight lavender, goodnight rhymes.
Goodnight Alonissos and these magical times.
Some of this year's writerly travels will be found here on my blog. Though I plan to do more floating than fooling with WiFi this year. I'll be working at writing speed, one foot in front of the other speed, pencil on paper speed. That's the speed of magic, did you know? Slow magic is my thing.