I am writing again. A wee, little bit. It has been a long, long time since I put proverbial pen to paper and laid fiction on the page, and I am unsure why I am revisiting old words. Maybe I needed time and distance; maybe I am lazy and unmotivated. What is un-changed in all this time is the characters that live in my head, clamoring for their story to be told. I think they are frustrated by my just not getting it right, that I just don't know them well enough. Hmmm.
It has been a bit of a desert for me, creatively speaking. I have no design work, and no budget to do any designing at my own home. I painted and re-arranged furniture, that lasted me well for about a week. I miss the intellectual stimulation I got at school and when I was at The Clearing. Maybe I need to take another class.