This morning at 5, I was walking in the dunes, the moon was halfway. Today is the shortest day of the year. It was dark and cold and the wind blew fiercely. A perfect start for another day of writing – because that’s what I’m doing these weeks. I’m working on my new film script about a man on the island with only birds.
Writing always has its ups and downs. This time it was extremely hard to find the right flow, but since I’ve got it, it’s wonderful.