Just a few weeks ago I had all the time in the world to write. I patiently awaited the words to form; my notebook was ready when they rolled around to say hi. I didn’t need a space for the words; I lived in them, with them. The days revolved around them. Just a few…
Why haven’t you written a short story yet? What are you waiting for? These two questions have often arisen in my brain waves during the summer months of the pandemic. I’m quick to counter them with excuses: I’m scared, I don’t have good ideas, I prefer to write nonfiction. The biggest excuse: I’m waiting for…
Kelliemarie Mash 