Last night I went on a story binge.
It began with a ‘harmless’ hunt for a new calendar and ended up with me, not only buying a bag-full of books, but reading all the fiction ones in a 14 hr bender.
I enjoyed the books very much, and revelled in the indulgence of story bingeing.
Sometimes I just like to dive into an ocean of other people’s story and float around in it for a while. Strangely this often coincides with me being excited about writing.