

Science fiction, fantasy, mystery and what-not

Roses are red,
the leaves are green,
what you’ll write next
remains unseen.

Countdown commenced. Issues such as needing more coffee put the launch on hold once, twice. Finally, the writing day sluggishly took off. He wanted to be done but he wanted this to be good. Work remained before the novel in progress could be considered done or good.
It felt like it was going to a be a long, tedious writing day.





