Sometimes you just need to get away from the screen.
Today, I wrote part of The Mindborn not on a laptop or a phone, but in a real paper notebook. Pen on paper, waves crashing nearby.
I was sitting on the scogli—those jagged, sun-warmed rocks by the Mediterranean. There’s no perfect word for them in English. They’re not cliffs or beach or shore. Just scogli. If you know, you know.
The sea was angry today. Wind tearing through my hoodie. Waves too big for July, slamming against the rocks like they were trying to break something open. I hadn’t planned to write. But something in the way the water moved made it feel impossible not to. The sea was asking for something in return.
So I took out my notebook. The real one, paperback. And I wrote a scene I’ve been avoiding for weeks. I think the sea helped. I need the angry sea to make some good progress. I didn’t get splashed, but I think the story did. I'm discovering sides of my characters I never thought I’d reach. While I dream of them and breathe with them, I’m also getting a tan beside them. And somewhere between the ink and the salt air, I keep thinking how lucky I am that they found me.
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