Have you ever had that adrenaline rush, that incredible 'ting' of a light bulb when a beyond brillant, awesome idea kicks you in the face and leaves you too stunned for speech?
Well, something like that.
Or just have an idea that you really want to blog down.
And you're just thrilled to finally do away with the that infuriating wooden chunk of a writers' block clogging your creative juices?
Then how annoying is it to find that the only time you feel imaginative and in a mood for a quiet isolation time, sitting at a French cafe, sipping iced mocha and scribbling away on a parchment, that you can't find a computer to sit at and type in a post for your blog?
You got it. Argh.
On holiday, there's the discovery of brand new sights and sounds, aroma and ambience, landscapes and legends. A whole world lies before you ready for digging into and exploring.
It's like being in a parallel universe, a dimension you've heard of in the glossy pages of a magazine you once read on the bus before tossing it on the adjacent vacant seat.
So here I sit, so many ideas on pogo sticks in my head when the internet connection can snap off any moment.
So while it lasts and while I get to stay in a place with 'Web' access for more than a day, I'll blog out my ideas and then maybe, just maybe I can fall asleep at night without wildly waking up at midnight from a dream about catfish and frozen hair.
Yeah... I'll tell you about it if the Internet lasts.
Peace out.
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