I’ve not been working on my stories lately.
Writer’s block is a description of what I’d been experiencing, but a better word might be depression.
I went out into Maryville College Woods and walked for a few hours, chasing the wind.
I found my way into an orchard of sorts. Bumblebees zipped around pollenating the early-blooming flowers.
And I came out with a story.
I’m not outlining, I’m just writing and seeing what happens.
So far, I’m at 4k words with an 8k word goal, and I’m feeling really great about it.
