Dreaming of Sushi

The lovely Kieran, outside Leeds station.

Finally, a day when the words started to come and writing suddenly felt easy again. It's hard to know what it is that flips inside my head. A productive morning of creative transcription followed by a couple of hours at The Leeds Library, cocooned in the New Room, editing with a pencil. I'd forgotten just how much I love this place and how conducive it is to concentration. I need to extract myself from my garret more often now.