When “real life” prohibits me from writing, my brain dumps all its
imaginative fervor into my dreams. This is patently not good.
However, being a professional scribbler and all, I do try to filter out
whatever good I can find from the mess.
So, I take to my sieve and press out the tortured and tangled tales to
see if anything of use pops out the other side. The result? An unholy mess more
times than not, but I do always try.
Until Monday (tomorrow is Christmas!!)…
Chloe
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