Something in the air is preventing the Muse from being herself. Or maybe it’s the change in the hours (thanks, Spring Forward). I know what it’s like when an artist has go back with an eraser and clean up some lines. Just as this one character has to sludge along in some mountainous snow, I’m slowly moving along with this one chapter. (Maybe he just doesn’t like snow.) We’ll just have to wait and see what tomorrow brings.
Must Be The Weather…
Published by Lafiro A Gomez, III
After having survived a major stroke, I became a full-time writer. I write using my iPhone and one thumb. I am the author of Parachute Island as well as other works. I studied chemistry, psychology, and art at Williams College. I write anything that piques my interest, though mostly, I write speculative fiction (science fiction, fantasy, and/or horror). I currently reside in San Antonio, Texas. View more posts
