Rolling, I was yesterday.
Plotting and outlining, planning and creatively scheming, I played the author like I haven’t in months.
It was grand and rather glorious… until the crazy caught up with me.
It crawled out of the shadows and flung itself at me with malice and a whole heaping of spite.
Soon, I was nervous enough to gnaw off a femur.
Must one step forward always mean two nutty twirls back?