Just trashed a story again. Added about 20,000 words to an old story from long ago and now its at 50 thousand words and still isn't clicking. So it will go back on the shelf until I get another wild hair and pick it up again. Have you ever trashed a book? Why?
Did you ever listen to the rythm of the road beneath your tires? Perhaps it will tell me a story today. 12 hours of two lane road ahead. And miles to go before I sleep.
You can get to writing.
No time to write. On the road again. But, lots of time to think.
Get writing Thursday. I hope.
