Woman disjointed.

As a writer, a topic typically strikes my fancy and percolates.  That topic takes a life of its own, traveling with me as my day to day responsibilities and commitments are tackled while the story itself takes shape in my mind.

It ebbs and flows.  It is acute and present, then fades and retreats.  But all the while, it’s baking and in time, rises to meet that moment when I am ready to put pen to paper – or fingers to the keyboard, playing each letter like a piano concerto, immersed in the melody my mind orchestrates. Continue reading “Woman disjointed.”