I need a good laugh. Cold weather, and gray days, do nothing to lift my dour mood. It seeps into my writing. Dark brooding tales emerge from the black squiggles appearing on the screen. Photos of clouds with silver linings provide no inspiration, no stories with happy endings. Instead, the stories hold images of strife and struggle, intrigue and mystery, fear and death.
I make a conscious decision. I write. Every day. I write the stories I am given. And I realized today is not the day to write about puppies.
Do you want to write in a way you cannot?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer