Sunday, March 02, 2008


Our front yard: Sunflower circle in the snow.
Tonight it was the strangest thing. Tonight I wrote a brand new story, an entire story from start to finish. I wrote it by hand. I wrote it in my bathtub by hand, inside a book of short stories because I had no other paper, because the book had several blank pages at the back. Then I typed the story. I just finished typing the story and reading it, and I know it's a good story. It needs a bit of work, but it is a good story, a story that really works. Tonight it was the strangest thing.


GreenishLady said...

Strange and wonderful! Well done on going with the impulse.

emmapeelDallas said...

It sounds as if the muse was with you...and that is always a good thing...

Peter Rogerson said...

Hello there, I am a writer, and have penned some 17 books, im generally looking for fellow minded people to discuss and chat with, many thanks

ggw07 said...

That's the way it works.



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