Yesterday’s fiction post was basically an “image” I had in my head all week. I kept seeing this sad little old man sitting on a park bench after a fresh blanket of snow had fallen and settled. I wanted to know more about him and that piece was what came out.
The next post (coming soon) is one of those “moments” of clarity that brings about a sharp pain and the crushing of a dream. The piece started writing itself as I walked to the coffee shop yesterday afternoon. It begged to be released, so I will.
I just wanted to share my thoughts on those two stories (which was extremely strange that they both HAD to be written out yesterday afternoon)
And in a totally unrelated story, here’s a newslink that made me smile, forwarded to me by my lovely wife, which is just right for the season: A Virgin Birth