***Warning: This post will be a bit sappy, and maybe a bit sad. Skip it if you like.
On Wednesday December 30 2015 the world lost some of its light. There was a man name Wendell, he was a teacher, a mentor, and one of the kindest souls I have ever met.
Writers must be a little crazy.
A writer will plot out their story, writing outlines and summaries, so they know what they are trying to tell. When the time comes to actually sit down and put words on the page, something very odd happens.
Some of you may have seen my twitter post from April 1st. That wasn't a joke, I have not really been writing lately. I am sure those of you who are writers know the pain of reconciling your time between your life and your writing. It can be hard. Very hard.