There is a pair of mallards who visit my yard each year. When they arrive, I share cracked corn and perhaps a handful of crackers. I seldom have bread in the house. They arrive before dusk reminding me that at this moment my job is to enjoy their presence. They go where the water flows and let it take them where it will. I remember my ducks as I write and let the story take me where it will.
Where is your story taking you today?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer