This is the perfect writing spot. It's so far remote from the rest of the world (taking an one hour boat ride is the only way to get to this village) that I feel like writers block can't find me here. Surrounded by majestic mountains and the ancient rainforest, nestled up to the river, with birdsong and unfamiliar languages in my ears, my creativity is in overdrive. Thoughts and ideas are tumbling over each other in my brain, building entire worlds in my mind, letting words pulse through me, rushing out, sometimes in orderly fashion, sometimes as a tangled mess. Syllables are feeling light as feathers and yet heavy as bricks on my fingertips as they paint verbal pictures of mental fantasies, now forever recorded on electronic paper.