To every struggling writer out there.
How ironic that a literal drought period inspires poetry while experiencing creative drought. (At least, I think it’s ironic?)
A moody topic for a November Tuesday, as we have passed the midpoint to NaNoWriMo.
Happy Halloween! And on this spooky day I present a poem of something that really scares me, especially with NaNo starting at midnight tonight. (Wish me luck!)