What I was doing was…

Thought I’d do a nugget of novel writing this evening. Sat in a teepee in the woods and wrote 398 words. The end of the day was drawing nearer and needing to do a creative something AND fit in a walk, I decided to combine the two figuring that, given I know what the chapter is I’m writing, all I needed was my phone and a place to sit. Appreciating the evening light and sunlit leaves and this resting spot for a passer by and enjoyed not being stuck in my flat writing (of course, now where else could I go?) Inspired to do some more writing tomorrow.