Summer Muse

Here at Pulp Literature Press we’re on summer holidays. That means I’m writing outside. Is there anything finer?

What a privilege to wake up to August mornings like these. To pocket that favourite pen, carry along a nearly-empty notebook, pages white as clamshell. To gaze about the park, the beach, the cityscape. And as a breeze reads over your shoulder, to feel a little like a dedicated writer, smiling as the words tumble across the page.

Happy days of August to all you readers and writers from Sue, Jen and Mel.

(PS Only 10 days till our Flash Fiction Contest closes!)