Fun with words

I had so much fun writing last night that I think it might have been illegal.  I sat down and the words flowed.  In short, I haven't been this engaged with a story since I first wrote Postcards, and that was almost three years ago.

Yes, it was a piece for LorF.  And all the way through, I kept thinking that LorF can't be bad if it reminds me how much I love writing.  Sometimes, I doubt my love of writing, especially when it's difficult or when I'm at the editing and drafting stage.  Anything that lights the spark of enthusiasm again has to be a good thing.

It's also been a long time since I experimented with how something was written.

All in all, I think I can say that a fun time was had by me and that I hope to repeat such fun times during the next five days, when I'm up in Beechworth and far away from the internet, msn and all things LorF.

Not to mention all things Timothy.

I don't know how I'm going to cope, really.  It's not as though I don't like spending time with my parents - I wouldn't be going if I didn't - and I can keep in contact with my Timothy via the wonder of mobile communications... but I will so miss him.  And my internet.  I might have to get the Da to crank up the dial-up connection to appease my cravings.

For now, I shall bid you all goodbye.  Hopefully, I will return on Sunday with stories written and books read and photographs full of stupid tourists who've walked in front of my shot... again.