So many letters forming so many words forming so many sentences forming so many stories I sit to write Nothing
After deciding to give writing a legitimate shot, I picked my story back up and worked on it. Then I hit a wall.
This is what I feared. Something going wrong at the last minute. My debut novel was scheduled for release today, but that is in jeopardy.
I knew it was you on the first ring Too early in the morning Too late in death’s grasp Almost perfunctory
Life is a circle A carousel of decisions, paths, mishaps and fortunes When the music stops and the rotation halts The lucky ones will have ridden them all