I have been asked why I don't try my hand at writing mainstream books. The answer is quite simple. I don't have the patience. I find life so fascinating that it is hard for me to buckle down and type out the words for my own shorter stories. If life's demands interrupt the story I tend to struggle. A month will fly by and if the story isn't finished, I'm ready to start on a new one.
This week's calendar is filling up. Tomorrow I need to go to the city. On another day, a friend, who moved away last year, and I are getting together for lunch to catch up. We also received the news that my aunt has passed away and I assume the funeral will be this week.
So, today I will work on my current story and try to ignore this new story that is whispering in my ear.
Published on August 19, 2019 05:44