At the airport and the sky sullen. I can sympathise. I feel like a sulky child that’s had her toy taken away. For one glorious week I’ve pretended to be a full-time writer. Now it’s back to reality…
I’m a full-time pilot, and writer in my spare time. But I’ve had a taste now of the conversations that spring from talking to other writers, of the power those conversations have, and of the incredibly uplifting experience that can be. Fantastic.
Varuna, I’ll be back!
Calling my flight now – headed home to the heat and humidity of the north and my wonderful husband.