The sound of sticks on hollow logs,
Today is turning out to be one of those days, and It all started with breakfast and our bathroom shower.
Whether you’re a pantster, a plotter, or you prefer an organic style of writing, you may at some point find your story mired and hopelessly stuck.
Some may not agree with this statement, but I firmly believe not only are we what we write, but we can mold and shape ourselves and our outlook on life by writing.
When I was but a wee small boy,
It’s taken me fifty eight years to write this story.