Good news my writer friend Barry wasn't in Brussels today. That was last week. He was in Paris when that nasty bit hit so I was concerned. I count my blessings where I get them now.
Tough dang decade (I stopped counting years and slid into the next bookmark). Too many deaths, work issues, friends with troubles....all starting to wear at me. I have tons of words and so little time. As some know I have a nasty dreamscape when I don't write. I don't thinking I am screaming aloud but with the dog nudging me awake some nights or the cat I could be wrong.
A writer's mind is unique to each of us creatures. Personally writing chases out the worries and actively crappy things happening and lately I haven't been clocking enough sentences much less pages. So my monster come look for me. I am screaming help or get the hell away from me - laced with some nasty cuss words. Thankfully my closest neighbor is totally trashed by dark and never hears me.
I hope everyone has a good week. This too shall pass.
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