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The Long of a Short Story
As above, so below, takes on a whole new meaning when Scotties are involved! The mirror is the mirror is the mirror, after all. And don’t they know it!
The short story I’m working on has been five years in the making. It has, like any story worth writing, waited. Patiently? Yes and no.
The next book, is written, has been written, is in written pieces, and has been that way for a few years now. It keeps rewriting itself, to the point where we are way past second-guessing and almost to the why bother place… And then SHE stepped in.
“Take the writing course!” SHE whispered, with a whopper of a nudge. Roshini the book’s heroine, was right there with her. “Enough, already. It’s time!”
Already reviewing a Hay House course by Wayne Dyer, another by HH’s Reid Tracy, and a master class by Dan Brown…all the courses I’ve signed up for over the past year and left unfinished because…life, students…students, life…I couldn’t quite see how another course might help, especially with two books in the juggling mix at the moment.
BUT, I have a precious gift at the moment, that of TIME. So, I signed up. More writing assignments to juggle! Crap-on-toast! {This post is one of them. Thanks for bearing with me as I play with a new genre.} Laughing, I typed drafts of the short story that will introduce the third book in…
