≡ In A Strange Roundabout Way
In a strange roundabout way it has everything to do with writing, at least for me.
In a strange roundabout way it has everything to do with writing, at least for me.
Tears welled, heart pounded, the hair on my arms stood with an electrical charge I hadn’t felt in quite a while.
Not a good thing with my chosen profession of writing or the job I fell into at the library.
How serendipity results in some interesting conclusions for writers.
I mean really, who wants to read snippets of my day in 40 characters or less? Reading my attempts at blogging are bad enough, right?
Just like time, stories evolve. Something once thought a lost cause can evolve into something workable.
As I rolled out the dough, it got me thinking. These cookies and fantasy have a lot in common.
Three things I’ve learned from participating in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo).
There it is again no longer lurking in the shadows, but pushing to the surface. Fangirl! I fight the urge to squeal and point for that would surly turn into clapping and jumping up and down as I giggle.
Am I a writer or do I just like saying I am?