I love those moments when a line comes to you, and you’re in the zone, and tapped into that sense that in that moment you can touch the thin space, that separates this realm from the next and you feel closer to something greater than yourself, and you feel grateful and remember why you write.
Has anyone had any similar moments this week? I’d love to hear about your process and what it’s like for you in the zone.
The World Outside the Window 