It dawned on me




Sadly, the realisation came not under an early morning sky in California, with the sun rising over the Pacific Ocean but on a dreary drive towards Cheltenham.

(I was thinking about my art journal, discussed in a recent post, btw)

What if instead of recording the events of the day in a kind of narrative, I used a single event or conversation of the day to inspire a creative response of some kind?

I know.  You got there ages ago.

No safety net needed