I don’t want much. Today, all I want is to write freely and unafraid, telling the truth, my truth, my story. I’d like a couple of weeks at a little cottage by the sea, where I can write as much as I want without any distractions, save for the sea – sea breeze whoosing through open doors and windows, waves thundering, rolling up on the shore and the aroma of coffee.
That’s all. Not much.