Writing is like my personal drug.
Wrote 2 chapters today and suddenly ended up in New York and all my memories of coming to New York for the first time from Russia spilled out, me staring at the building going so high up you can't see the sun, it's all in shadows, and people running around like crazy, everyone in a hurry, and that smell of the subway and everything so new and foreign.
I'm loving it. Writing. Don't know how I lived without writing before.