Try as I may today, I’m simply having the damnedest time trying to get my writing stuff down pat. Just slow going everywhere–probably due in part to being tired after a somewhat restless sleep due to coughing through the night. And when this happens, trying to get the pretty words to come out pretty–well, it ain’t pretty.
This doesn’t mean I’m just playing around doing nothing. Nope, I’m playing around doing something. Whenever I’m feeling as if I can’t really get a scene out the way I want, I start imagining trips that I’ll never take, but that are likely to be something my kids will go on one day.
I’ve been doing this for a while, but in the last week my mind has been drifting to the future. There is an event in their lives when Annie and Kerry decide to take the summer and…
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