Tears falling blurred the words hastily scrawled on the nearly blank page. She had no idea what else to write, so she simply stared. Her muse was gone and reality kept kicking her in the teeth. It was time though. The desire was there. She had to force each word, but it was a start.
This is a bit of non-fiction, but it’s a start. How could I not participate and honor G-Man? I’m sharing at the Imaginary Garden.