Not only has my café been taken away, so has all my writing time. I’m now working forty hours a week as a barista and I’ve got a sewing project for a friend, Rainbows, who is leaving the country. Next Monday in fact. So I have no time for writing. And no time for even reading.
Working six days a week I can only wonder at those that still find the time and energy to write at the end of a long day. Amazing.