Instead my hands and impulses take over, and I'm reading half a dozen knitting blogs, my thoughts run in strange jagged paths that all lead away from my story, the hours go by, I can't stop checking my e-mail and for some reason the only thing I can keep straight in my mind is a smugly smiling James Spader.
Walk time.
The camera in my phone is a valuable tool that actually takes amazing photos (along with dozens of blurry ones). I've started taking pictures when on my little walks, or out with the boy, that inspire me.




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