It is a dark and stormy night, and the roof creaks beneath the weight of the rain. I stand at the top of the building, writing yet another blog, and I wonder, “Why do I not blog about something I like? Rather than simply writing a post about how my day went, why do I not produce a short story, or a single scene? I would much rather write a story for each blog.”
I make my choice. I will try writing something new each day for the next week. After that, no guarantees…
Until next time, I am: thinking clowns.
Word of the Day: colloquialism