fruition

I have new respect for the writing process. Last Sunday, I sat down in a fabulous little "European" cafe to write my entry and... nothing. I stared at the keyboard blinker for a few hours and listened to Edith Piaf singing and nibbled on a blueberry pastry and thought a little bit and erased a lot of ideas.

Then I wrote two sentences.

And then I was done and went home and was in a very bad mood. :(