Writing in a new location is like exchanging minds with yourself, I’ve found. It’s a restart, a renewal… starting a new story yes but becoming a new diarist, new writer, new thinker and human. This brick wall to my left, the view out this first floor window right in front of me. One tree in distance, taller than others, impossible to ignore. Then a passing helicopter. New locations, new walls and air… the Newness is what keeps you writing. Have to remind myself of this, the value of movement and before unseen and felt notes.