I had tea in a friend's garden yesterday, sitting under an apple tree, blossom sparking along bare branches, cowslips at our feet, the spring spendthrift, throwing its gold around. Time off for good behaviour. Perfect for recharging the batteries and firing up the imagination. April is cruel, but jubilant as well.
Moral? Live to write - it's a more certain way of finding fulfilment than writing to live.
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