Train

Last Thursday I took a train to go to my homeland. The trip takes two hours - and in those two hours I found myself with my laptop on, writing non-stop a new shortstory.

I do remember the last time I had written something new - around what, two years ago? It was also on a train (planes also work). It's been a while since I've been able to write without being in motion. There was a time when I could go to a certain café, sit down, order an orange juice and it would all come to me, but it wasn't just about the place, it was about the company as well, and all that belongs to a time long since gone. Maybe I need to find a new place where I could spend some sunny afternoons writing. I don't know. For now, I know I can write decently on trains. Should use them more then.