Grenache

Some days it just hits you. A long day of tedious work, plenty of potential for a Saturday night on the town, but you know all along. Today is the day for it. So you bide your time. You do your work and cancel your plans. You let the feeling of limitless time sink in until your soul melts into the broken places.

So that when the job is done, the food is eaten, the phone calls are made, you can sink into the books, the notepads, the research, the feelings, the word processor.

And you write.