I’ve wanted to write children’s fiction for what seems like ages, but never had the right idea. Now I’ve got the idea and have never written more than a picture blog for distant family members to keep up with the growth of my children. I have absolutely no training as a writer, I’m flying by the seat of my pants on this. I long for the words to flow like the steady waters of a lovely countryside brook. (nice, right?) But, lately, I’ve got nothing. Absolutely nothing. Maybe I’m trying too hard. Maybe I’ve set my expectations too high. Maybe I need a mentor. Maybe I need a new computer whose ‘s’ key doesn’t stop working unexpectedly. Maybe I should go back to working on my cookbook until some ideas magically enter the space between my ears.
My pants are at 30,000 feet
14 Friday Jun 2013
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