Saturday used to be one of my greatest days for writing.
I’d get up earlier than I had to, cause I was used to doing it for my day job anyways, and sneak downstairs and steal one or two hours of quiet all to myself. I’d bang out all these lovely ideas with half-conscious mind slave to my dreams and subconscious playground-it was always glorious.
Then life happened and I haven’t had Saturday off in a month.
Saturday mornings, I miss you. 😦