I haven't been writing fiction.
I haven't been writing.
There are reasons and they are decent mostly having to do with a very time consuming 4 year old and a very limiting window of time each day where the glaucoma meds aren't either making everything blurry or making me super nauseous.
I have been reading.
In short bursts, in little stolen moments.
... short stories every now and then.
And I realized that maybe I could write like that too... in tiny little drops of insights or fiction or, well something, so that any talent or skill that I might have once possessed doesn't atrophy and die.
Happy New Year!
Let's see what can happen!