It terrifies me.
It draws me back time and again.
Blank it remains.
I’ve taken to rereading all my writing books.
Writing prompts…still the page is blank.
Writing advice…
Blank it remains.
Building worlds.
Nonexistent.
Where have all my stories gone?
I'm a writer. Writers have an insatiable curiosity. I start my day with the question... what if?
I usually end my day with WTF?
Comments welcome.
Did you notice the date?
Nice! Looking good.
Just noticed this. You want it as an e-mail?
Nice!
I miss hugs too . . .
Happy you are writing!
He will always rest gently in your heart and in your memories.
You are not alone . . .
But you won't be alone that day. Your friends (here, Dave waves) will be with you, maybe not physica
Oh, hell...why not? LOL
Looked this old post up just for shits and giggles. Found a few more to add to my list. My favorite:
Thank you!
The place looks great!
Happy for you.
I know they will. I just don't want to lose them.
They’ve been put on hold by the necessities of life you’ve been forced to deal with.
You’ve carried a back-breaking load for many years and been through a major upheaval – losing Jay and relocating your life (not just to a new home but to a whole new state) – over the last several months. You’ve been busy lately establishing your home, making it your space in the world. All of that has kept you busy, busy, busy.
Get your house set up, make it your home, then kick back and relax a bit, devote every minute you can to things you enjoy. Recharge your batteries, in other words.
Then when the ideas start flowing, when the juices begin to percolate, pick up that pen, fire up that computer, and write, write, write.
If there’s anything I can do to help, let me know.