Somewhere deep in the Beehive is a private place. A Mancave, where only Ian is allowed to enter.
He arrives every morning, and sits, and waits for the muse to hit. Sometimes, like this morning, the train didn't arrive, so I blogged. Some days, the muse express arrives; yesterday I wrote 4000 words in a single morning.
The Mancave. Where the only sounds are the typing of computer keys, and the tunes of Mike Oldfield, echoing round the walls.
He arrives every morning, and sits, and waits for the muse to hit. Sometimes, like this morning, the train didn't arrive, so I blogged. Some days, the muse express arrives; yesterday I wrote 4000 words in a single morning.
The Mancave. Where the only sounds are the typing of computer keys, and the tunes of Mike Oldfield, echoing round the walls.
Is that like a batcave? 4000 words...nice.
ReplyDelete4000 words in one morning. I can believe that.
ReplyDeleteMancave, aha, they never stay that way long LOL. Boys just naturally invite in the girls. Now a Knitting Bee chases the boys off (grin).