I need to write a new chapter. Right there, between Chapter 20 and 21, I rushed. Write there. I need more action, clearer motivation, a transition. Something. I need a new, Chapter.
I took a walk, I meditated. I know what I need to do. Write.
What’s that noise?
Acorns and leaves pound my porch as I try to concentrate, to create, to get in the flow.
Something like loud obnoxious radio static drives me to open the door and take a peek.
Oh my. I must get my camera. It’s Photo Friday.
(Please click on the picture to see my first-ever movie.)
New Chapter 21 has 250 words. Now it’s time for more.