Journal by Olga Nunes

Planes are okay. Trains are better.

I'm on a miniature fast, just till the end of the week, just to give my body a chance to rest. I feel a bit of a cold coming on, and I'm craving all sorts of odd things I haven't eaten lately. The more often I fast, the quicker my body starts jumping into the symptoms of fasting: craving things I haven't eaten in months, smells become intensely magnified, body temperature rises.

I've also been drinking dandelion tea, charged with the effect of being a blood cleanser.

Yes, the novel is laying lonely now, waiting for me to rescue my characters, frozen in mid-sentence, mid-stride. I leave town for South Carolina on Sunday, and then they will begin running around, happy to stretch their legs for the first time in days.. though I hope to get in a slight jog before then. Travelling always, always, always makes me write.