It dawned on me
Sadly, the realisation came not under an early morning sky in California, with the sun rising over the Pacific Ocean but on a dreary drive towards Cheltenham.
(I was thinking about my art journal, discussed in a recent post, btw)
What if instead of recording the events of the day in a kind of narrative, I used a single event or conversation of the day to inspire a creative response of some kind?
I know. You got there ages ago.