The annoying thing about driving is that you can’t just stop and write down things that occur to you as you’re driving, particularly when you are cruising at 70 down the outside lane of A34. Similarly I don’t want to use dictaphones because that’s just gonna get messy, and besides of tried one when sitting stationary in the armchair so I don’t reckon its going to work whilst driving. Luckily today with music on and raindrops on the windscreen, with humidity in the air, I was passing a layby at an opportune moment. I pulled over in said layby and proceeded in knocking out a page of novel right there and then as I was passed by lorries and cars.
What next? The hardshoulder of creativity…?
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