In November last year I decided to write the first draft of my memoir. I discovered that if I could churn out 50 000 words I would qualify for ‘nanowrimo’. So in the middle of possibly the most hectic month of the school calendar I rose every morning at 5 and wrote. I also had the privilege of escaping to this little boatshed on the lake for two weekends alone. I thought I would share with it with you here. I wrote 52000 words that are in desperate need of editing and reviewing but I am on my way to having a manuscript.
Do you have a magical place you like to escape to?