Before the whole writing process — inside a writer’s mind

My lovely cat who rescued me more than I rescued her

I could have stayed in bed all morning. But no! Instead, my brain woke me up at the horrible, cold five o’clock on Sunday morning. After all, it is Sunday, the one day of the entire week when I can rest or do the fun things that my weekdays don’t allow me to do. I can read, write, watch TV, clean the house, see my parents, spend time with my husband, sleep, play with my newly acquired female cat. Isn’t that amazing? Well, yes, and no.

I woke up and went straight to the kitchen to make coffee. There I go walking across the hall, shivering because even though it is November, it looks like it is about to snow. But since my husband is still asleep (his brain is much friendlier to him than mine), I had to tiptoe as quietly as possible to not make any noise that might wake them ( him and the cat).

I wake up picking up my phone and buying a Udemy course on knitting, and this is what the cold does to the mind. I can’t find a scarf warm enough, so to add things to my one free day, my mind…