I was just suffering from Spring.
Tombstone at left the result of my own photography. No, not photoshopped.
I had a little writing set-back then decided the protagonist of my WIP was incorrectly voiced (fixing that). Also, the day job.
So, back from trout camp rejuvenated, ready, and writing.
I'm not dead. I was however a little less than alive as a suffering writer.
It's all grist. The wheels are turning.
More of what we feel into our protagonists, ladies and gentlemen. Emotional journey - remember? Emotional.
Readers must be made to feel. Thanks to Steve Almond for that. Never met him - but I've heard him say it.
I'm off. Writing to do.
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