It doesn’t take much to know how I am doing at any point in time. My life is pretty much an open book. I can be effortlessly deciphered.
My creativity peaks when any part of my life outside of writing is far from beautiful. When it is not a wonderful world for me, I write a lot.
I suppose, I cannot complain about my productivity as a writer presently, can I?
Now, you know. I did say I am an open book.
But for a little bit of a challenge, I’ll let you guess which part isn’t as rosy as I would have liked it to be.