Not a lot of writing going on here. I have been feverishly working in my yard trying to get it ready to use. It should be a beautiful patio when we get it done. I think today I will put together an Adirondack chair and handle a shove a little more before I attempt to mow the second half of the yard. I would only have the mowing to do if we hadn't had to get a new well this winter.
Anyway, all of this is cutting into any creative time I may (or may not) have had so writing has been at a minimum. I have been jotting ideas in a journal, trying desperately to remember the really good idea I had the other day while driving home from Omaha but I think I have a couple of other ideas I can flesh out. Horror has taken a back seat and more literary works have come into play. I don't know how my mind works or if it does (my wife would argue for the latter) but I am getting ideas and that makes me a happy writer. I hate it when I have nothing to write about. Kind of like this post. :)
Hope everyone has a productive Thursday and thanks to every one for reading my flash piece up on 52 Stitches. I am glad you enjoyed it.
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