The sun is going down on a crisp,sunny,clear blue day. Still a writer's musings lead him to gaze out at the reds and pinks of the setting sun.
Each passing day spent writing infuses me with new knowledge and writerly insights. I look out now as darkness gathers and night takes hold. I am tingling still. Awash with ideas I am excited to try. The only way for me to know whether or not they will sit well on the page is for me to write and explore them.
Goodness I am surrounded by work enough for lifetimes. We all are. Everywhere we look. Such joy there is in a writer's day.