Thank you readers! You are so gracious and you make me want to do better.
I'm my own worst critic. I write, edit, rewrite, edit and chase my tail.
Post, edit, rewrite, post, edit... Well you get the idea.
Can’t seem to help myself. I tweak my writing over and over sometimes to distraction.
However, I do think with each change I learn something about myself and my writing. Good or bad to be determined.
For me, writing is a journey of learning, failing, and tiny successes. One day, who knows maybe a big success or two. But what would a journey be without nice traveling companions. Because let’s face it, sending our words out into the world for all to see, read and possibly tear apart is just plain scary.
So I thank each and every one of you guys for nudging me along with your words of encouragement and kind critiques.
Clouds filled the sky, hiding the moon as dense fog lifted from the forest floor hiding my steps.
My heart fluttered in relief as tiny flickering lights appeared illuminating a narrow path. They twirled and danced, leading me toward an archway formed by low hanging limbs, and I hoped against hope, I’d found an exit.
One by one, with a final wink the lights passed through the passageway. I groped like a child waking in the night, and I stood once more blind, lost in the darkness wishing for faeries.