I bought a new camera body, as a balm for my shattered soul.
Or more likely, I bought a new camera body because my old one was having a hard time actually focusing, or taking crisp images, or rendering the colours properly. I’d clicked it out, and it was slowing down, frustrating me. Once I got frustrated, I just stopped picking it up and hello, there goes my creativity down the drain.
There was a frost this morning and I wandered around, taking photos, reminded of the fact that it had been months since I tried to take a proper photo.
I’m coming back.
I wrote my novel outline, mapping out each chapter. I sent it to two people, and then made Nathan read it. I’m working again, writing again, taking photos again.