My life stories

Sixty-One Word Straggles.

My ideas flutter, flounder, and fall grounded. Snatches of images float through my head, too elusive to illuminate. I want to create something-something with a pattern, traceable and beautiful. The posts pile up, unfinished and unappealing. Too introspective, too overdone. Needing fresh perspective and thought. Hm.

How do you write short stories, just for fun?

I think I’ll work on my novel…

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