… is always a good day.
…Did someone get tired of practicing?…
…Even when I don’t know what I want to write about. …Even when I question everything. …Even when I’m feeling overwhelmed by everything else going on in my life.
…There is a season (turn, turn, turn).
…is all I seek.
Row, row, row your boat, Gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, Life is but a dream.
…taking a moment to reflect.
… a ransom note is received.
…as my Sci-Fi novel takes shape. Spoiler: We finally have flying cars!
…I find myself writing a Science Fiction novel! I wake up from dreams with entire chapters somehow transcribed into my brain. Am writing it all down as fast as I can…
Went to the Monet exhibit in San Francisco. The woman in the painting is Monet’s wife. This image is still haunting me. What’s her story?