Ah, wouldn’t you know it? After feeling all despondent, things have sorted out. I’m able to start Writing Short Fiction next week, and I’ve got a date for my mentoring with Nine Arches Press. And I wrote two things yesterday.
Sometimes a little old whinge unlocks something. Hoorah.
In case you’re curious, the anemone seems appropriate because I have no recollection of planting it. It was a lovely surprise this morning. Stepping back and letting things happen can be the best option.