I’m sipping on a slowly brewed coffee. At my favourite local café. It’s been three months that I haven’t had a chance to do this. When the confinement started (and even before) that I stopped going in order to stay safe. The local café is my writing spot. This is where I write everything for my blog. This is where I work on my books or other projects. It’s a slow place for slow writing. Today, some normality has returned but writing won’t be the same for quite some time.
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