I didn’t expect to get much writing done this past week.  I traveled to Austria, spent time with my husband and friends, and devoted everyday to exploring the enchanting city of Salzburg.

Despite all that, I managed to squeeze in time to write everyday and completed the initial draft of a new short story.  As with most of my fiction, this one was inspired by one of my numerous nightmares.  I lamented being plagued with them as a child, but now I find that I am grateful for these terrifying tales, since they so often channel my muse.

In Salzburg, my friend Mike remarked about how I was able to travel all week, be a tourist, and find time to “work” too.  I explained to him that it wasn’t work so much as a compulsion.