Blessed Is The Ipod

It's a strange feeling.

You get yourself a cup of coffee, grab a quick bite to eat then park yourself down to write for just an hour, maybe hour and a half.
Plug yourself into your Ipod and type away.
By the time I looked up it was four in the morning.
My first reaction was "Did I miss The Simpsons?" quickly followed by "Wow, how much did I write?" and then the inevitable. "My arse! My arse, I can't feel my arse!!"
Still not sure where it all came from but I like to thank Ida Maria, Imelda May (simply amazing singer), Leonard Cohen, U2, Alabama 3 and Nescafe for helping me write for ages.

It's a good feeling when you'r in a flow, just going along with what the story tells me to write.
It was great.
I missed that feeling of having no control over what is coming out of your mind.
In a good way.

I could've written more but since it was 4am, kinda thought I needed my beauty sleep.
Ask anyone, I really do.

Tonight'll be a wee test. Taking the story with me to work. See if night shift'll let me write.
Fingers crossed I'm not on with Nurse Slow.