Early yesterday morning, we returned from a sun-soaked holiday in Tenerife. It was fantastic. The temperature rarely dipped below the late twenties and every moment was perfect.
In between the swimming, cocktail sipping and dolphin spotting, I also found my writing mojo in a big way. I found myself getting up early and sitting on the balcony with my espresso and notebook. I scribbled while waiting for the kid to finish in kids club. I wrote on my sunlounger by the pool. I wrote in the late afternoon while the kid (and the boyfriend) took a siesta. I filled an A5 notebook with actual, proper, writing. The ideas flowed as freely as the sangria. Not only did I write a startling amount towards my book, I also had dozens of ideas for flash fiction and short stories.
All this time I was looking for my muse and she was holed up in Tenerife. I can’t say I blame her. Cross everything that she doesn’t desert me now.