Today it’s the first of May and it’s a holiday, it’s called workers day. It’s the third holiday this month. I woke up to a sound of singing birds, and although my bedroom curtain are thick and the room is dark, I felt tempted to look outside. The sky is clear, blue and unconditional. Beautiful morning, I’m blessed to live in South Africa because I get to see many of such mornings.
Anyway I made a cup of coffee and I’m writing to you as I’m sipping on it. And then I realized coffee and writing somehow go together, I can’t even remember how many times do I write without a hot sweet smelling aroma of coffe next to me. No it’s not that I can’t remember, I don’t write without coffee by my side.
What makes your writing juices flow?
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