Good Morning. And that’s about all I can say with confidence. I woke up this morning with some serious emotional problems about writing, so for all my prior boasting about the great waves of inspirational flow that probably bothered many readers, you are fully justified in nyah-nyahing me.
As soon as I can corral the ghostly thoughts (sent by Edgar, I’m sure of it!) that are racing across my brain like the wild horses of the 1800’s American plains while I’m feeling like a mule horse, I will post more here—because it’s the only thing I feel I know how to do.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology