Time to make some decisions.

(Yes, I’d run and hide too if my presence wasn’t strictly required in the upcoming fray.)

Anyhow, the career calls. As in, writing. You remember, the tale-telling thing I’m supposed to be capable of doing?

Yeah, that.

Time to seriously get back to it.

But which way do I go?

Backwards, forwards, new direction, old? Do I still have the grit to put myself out there, or have I gone all soft and squishy with this spring and summer’s sadness?

Oh, well. I guess it’s time to see.

Wish me a compass and the guts to follow it.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe