Too many things are getting in the way of working today, including the mess of kingfishers and tigers, hares and wolves that have take up residence on my desk. My thoughts hide within porcelain eggs one minute and the next they are running and sleeping with wolves, hunting with a lynx in the snow watched by an owl, and then flying over the Rainwilds with a red dragon.
Meanwhile, downstairs I have a lovely desk that is waiting to nest and I have a determination to not fill it up with rubbish.
Isn't it always the way? -You're under the hammer to finish an important project and suddenly inspiration is just bucketing down on your poor brain, inundating it with images and ideas. But when you have the time to indulge inspiration -- where is it?
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