Traveling. I am not getting anything done. wonderful for mindspace, perhaps. Not so wonderful for writing.
I’m in liminal spaces: hotel rooms, coffee shops. Is it any wonder that my mind is the same? Not focused, not here, not there.
Let’s try an experiment today. Go park yourself somewhere outside the hotel for one hour, with coffee, and set yourself to answer a single question.
In that coffee shop one block over. It is off the beaten track.