Poetry

My space

I have a workshop where I write. It's a box that is warm in the winter and cool in the summer. Shelves cover one wall and art adorns the sides. A window sits but you can't see out. Instead the cool green of young trees filter the light. A sofa takes up the far wall,… Continue reading My space

Poetry

Editing….

If only I could write without needing an edit... *sigh* I hate editing. But the first 8 chapters of the next book needs working on. So I'm going in. I may be a while. Perhaps I need tea first. Is that an avoidance strategy? Possibly. But tea always helps.