November, for me, usually involves the intense drive to finish a novel. This year I have no motivation even to open a word document. I tend to go through periods where I believe I can’t write and hate all of my characters. One solution I have is to completely start from scratch. I can start ...

Sugar plum fairies dancing in glittery lights. Flickering   little sprites with fresh green holly adorning silvery hair   Circle ’round the Yule log flames Filling this silent night   with music, oh so merry and bright as the scent   of hot spiced cider warming the frosty air the Wassail cup   passes with ...

Writing makes me feel like I'm a part of something bigger than this.