Every step atop those old wooden boards, suspended over the rusted steel frame, made a plinking sound, like raindrops on the rooftop. I wrote those words a year ago...
Plinking Across the Bridge

Every step atop those old wooden boards, suspended over the rusted steel frame, made a plinking sound, like raindrops on the rooftop. I wrote those words a year ago...
I've been pretty absent from my writing word lately. I've wanted to work on posts and ads and memes and ideas for marketing, and of course I've wanted to get to writing. But I just haven't been able to get there. Life here got a little bumpy - okay, life here got really bumpy. I … Continue reading Life Can Be A Little Bumpy Sometimes