Believe me when I say.
I have a pretty good idea of what some of you may think of me after I have finished this share. I assure you, I have thought the same or worse.
Beginning yesterday evening I roughed out the last of the Little tale, this morning I passed it on to my friend Katie Michaelson.
I couldn’t bear the thought of walking away from Little Red so I closed by opening. Once read you’ll have a better understanding.
Last night I was slightly upset, but this morning I was inexplicably sad, as if I had suffered the loss of a friend. I know, it sounds ridiculous, yet it is weighing heavy with me.
So I turn to you as writers in asking, is this normal?, it seems very odd to me. Mentally I argue with myself because it is without logic, but it makes no difference.
Well, that’s it, up front and personal, possibly slightly warped.
Be kind, it is my first ending, or beginning depending on how you view things.
I’ll be waiting on your thoughts.