From Notebook to Word Doc

Sunday mornings are Note Transcription day. All the week’s thoughts, scenes, moments, and catchy dialogue bits have to go somewhere to be seeded and start germinating.

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And my trusty old desktop (completely disconnected from the internet) is the perfect planter box.

All part of the manic scramble to catch my brain leaks. Sunday mornings used to be one of Emma’s favourite times, because the typing always lasted longer. She’s still with me. Just in a small jar.

[image error]#notmorbid. Remembered.