Today, for the first time in ages, I wrote some fiction.
I did some really creative writing this morning. It feels great to say that again.
I’ve been meaning to for a while. There was a little voice that was demanding to be heard.
Her name is Marigold. She’s five years old and would not leave me alone.
I don’t know if the rest of the world will ever meet Marigold. She’s creative and spunky and a tomboy. I love her to pieces.
I wish I had some talented artist friends.