The writing has been difficult these weeks. Words? I have them. They are on the page. I always have words. I’ve been scratching pages. Which isn’t like me. But that’s because I know. They just aren’t the right ones.
This coming event season when a reader asks for my newest novel, I want to hand them something that is going to make them gasp, revolt, smile, laugh, cringe, drop a tear…need to stay up for just one more chapter. But that takes more than words. It takes heart.