And we are off. Even after all this time, the fear is there.

And we are off, as it says in the title.

My opening line that’s been sticking with me for over a week.

In 2032 the world fell, but she was already on her way out.

I was going to say this morning, but I guess it’s been the past few days, really. I’ve been thinking about how there is that nice little prickle of fear that began the other day. Fear of the writing. Fear of not having story. Fear of a lot.

I have been writing since 18 yrs of age. Over twenty years.

A history for those who haven’t...