|If you know, you know.|
The quote in the title is mine. As I said in an earlier post, I'd been abandoned by my oldest and closest friend, writing. It's sucked. I haven't felt whole in weeks. I'd tried reading a bunch, but it wasn't making things click again for me. I entered my novella in a contest hoping the deadline to turn it into a novel would push-start my engine. Nothing came.
This morning I heeded my own words and dug out an unpublished novel, a play and a series of poems.
"Now, this guy could write."
Victory. I've been firing away at the novella-to-novel conversion and cleaning up a short story for hours now.
To celebrate here's a nice bit of writing I read recently: