I detail my happy place. Not far from a stretch of haunted woods. Berries, dogs, and a cat included.
A bit on my morning ritual to prepare for the day and any adventures to come...
A day of finding my face near the handwriting of a Founding Father, sipping a fanciful latte, and falling in love with the sunsets on spontaneous wanderings.
I didn't write fiction all through 2017. Here's the story of why, as well as my mindset in getting back to the words.
Writing is my life. Flipping through old journals and notebooks brings up the ghosts, both good and bad. All important.