Today I got up early again to write, and managed 700 words or so in that one precious hour before the rat race begins. I'm still marveling at how that small effort to fit myself into my own life changes the way I feel.
I'm thoughtful today. The music is off and the customers are (so far) leaving me alone. I'm enjoying the feeling, because it's rarely this peaceful here and I have many things I can get done today. And I might even bail out early, go home and make supper for the Beloved.
I have a favour to ask, though, before I get to work. I'm brainstorming ghostly manifestations, and I want these scenes to be really chilling and spooky. Does anyone have a ghost story to share? You can email me if it's private.