I have so little time to write this evening but I dozed off for half an hour in the rocking chair this afternoon with my two little grandboys tucked in beside me so even if I end up staying here at my computer a little longer than normal...past 7:30!...I'm hoping I won't be too tired to drag myself out of bed at 3:15.
I have so much...bubbling...inside of me.I have so much I want to say.
It is a great agony, bearing an untold story inside myself.
But what story?
Do I make it fiction? Do I make it fact?
Do I write it for adults? Or write it for young adults?
Or should I do what I've always done here.....
Write it for myself.