It feels like a good writing day. My mind has met the necessary peaks. I have the right pens (Staples Opti Flow – black). The tunes are rocking (Arcade Fire – The Suburbs). My Moleskine is open with the last few chapter outlines scrawled down.
Today is the day for brush strokes.
P.S. I realize how hipster shit this sounds. Just letting you know I’m aware. ‘Kay? Thanks.