I have just received the proverbial kick in the ass that was evidently needed to get me back on track in my writing. Being a lady at heart, if not in spirit, I shall graciously accept it as the necessary push in taking that direction my waffling emotional self had practically obliterated from my vision, tossing petals of impediments in every variety of pretty form to stall me.
No more pissin’ and moanin’ then, but active creativity as I focus on the stories that I know are what I may do best. Instead of crying, I will spend those minutes learning and applying what I’ve learned. Instead of decorating, I will decorate my screen with words and analyze each one as to its purpose in the tale.
So to it then, Professor; I’m busy narrativing!
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology