At a tucked away place not far from Marrakech, she had been writing on deadline. From very early in the morning….until very late at night.
Her Moroccan days looked something like this:
A cup of coffee. Write, write, write.
A visit from a friend.
Write, write, write.
Moroccan Lunch.
Write, write, write.
Another cup of coffee.
Sigh, write, write, write.
Moroccan Dinner.
____, ____, ____. (Fill in the blank, Oh Clever One)
A fire
Yawn, write, write, write.
Bed.
Whose idea was this writing-for-a-living-business, anyway?:)
