Fear can feel a lot like quicksand. It occurs to me late at night as I lie in bed and sigh and roll and shift and think about that last chapter I wrote and what words are missing and what words need to be cut right out. Peter is spread out in the exact same position as his four-year-old son lying on the floor next to our bed. Both of them heaved on their backs with right arm splayed out keep reading…
So, it’s no good writing about how to write your story for 31 days straight, if you don’t right? So I am. And I have been. Thank you for making me brave. May I introduce you to {with a sweet little working title}: Changed: Everything I Never Expected About Motherhood {Watch below or click here to see what I’m talking about.} :: Any questions you might have? Feel free to leave ‘em in the comments. I promise to answer every keep reading…
Kara @My interrobang
Must read: “I don’t know where to begin. What notes to hit or what melody to master. What lyrics to write. My mind drifts to the familiar scene, you in the driver’s seat, me holding a soccer ball in my lap anxious for the destination. Your car smells like
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