We battle through life pushing against the sands of time and wonder, as we see the silver trail of dust sift through our fingers, where all our hours and minutes have gone. It is unfathomable to me that nearly two months have past since my last entry. I have pecked away at the edges of several of my stories but never really sunk my teeth into the meat until today. With the teeth sinking and pecking I have written nearly 1200 words on the sequel, a little over a thousand words on the fairy tale but none on the main novel. I hang my head in shame. I will not have the manuscript ready for the May contest, sigh! Still without equivocation writing brings me the greatest joy. So I shall muddle on in my own erratic way.
I reread one of my favorite books this past week; Adam Bede by George Eliot. She is an artist with the written word painting beautiful pictures as backdrops to well realized characters. I can only aspire.
