I’m back from vacation. 4 nights in the Belizian rainforest.
I had all intentions to write something everyday. I didn’t write a thing.
Maybe it was the lazy afternoons by the pool. Or the rum cocktails. Or maybe it was just months of taking care of twins. We were tired.
But I did think about it, a fair amount. It was weird to go to bed without having published something.
I could feel the habit unravelling slowly, and it made me uncomfortable.
The muscle is twitching; pen needs to hit paper. So this is it, a reminder of that time. For when it might happen again.