I don't know the point of the text before I start to write. I just sit on the chair in the front of my laptop and write without stops and pauses in English. I follow the single rule that sounds like "just don't stop" — and I get the text. It won't be a text of my dream — but I will have the option of editing of this after getting it done.
The ocean. The sea. Saltwater and warm salt wind on my face. The taste of the salt on my lips and the salt inside my nose. Waves are around me and the sun is shining. The soft touches of the ocean that I feel by my body. A period of relaxing changes a period of hard physical work.
I decided to train new skills. The photographer skills, for example. I hate people who decided to become 'the photographer' and I didn't want to become him. I wanted to get a few skills and some experience in photography to shoot the good pictures for my blog (yes, you are here) and Instagram. But I didn't want to be a photographer.
My life contains a huge number of notes. I keep my salary and expenses, I use special software for this task every day. When I buy something, I get out my smartphone and record it. It became a good habit for me.
So, I speak a little English. It’s real and it isn’t a joke. I try to write some texts on my blog, I try to speak and… Yes, I speak a little English. What? How can it be? OK, I’ll tell you a funny story about it.