My first day in New York. What a great day!
After having my haircut in Washington Heights, I walked from Soho (stopping at a cafe to write, and replenish my caffeine levels – they were dropping dangerously low at that time), through Little Italy, to Chinatown. I crossed over the Brooklyn Bridge, then caught a train to Washington Square Park.
At the end of this day – this nine hours of walking, taking pictures, and being with myself while traversing this city of millions – I returned to my accommodation and the second chapter of my current manuscript poured out of me.
As if that wasn’t enough reason to celebrate, I also think what I’ve written so far, in the first draft, is good. I know? Sacrilege for a writer to admit they admire their own work. But there you have it.
I’m curious to experience the adventures tomorrow will bring!
David McK Writes 