Well, the quicksand was familiar.
I guess that’s something.
No wasting time or energy flailing around in a new OCD trap.
Oh, no. Not me.
The very same pit of Chapter One perfection-chasing that ran me off from The Hushing Days project three years ago, got me again yesterday.
Yesterday, as in Day One of my return to fiction writing.
Insert colorful expletives, here.
And don’t be stingy.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
