My mind has taken pause to tell me that statistics and rankings don’t make a writer. It’s the act that defines us. It’s time to sit back and be quiet, letting the dreams in my mind take form and spill out, manifesting as dark symbols on my monitor.
It could be talking about visual art so much lately as we set up the virtual exhibit. It could be reading the work of two fresh young storytellers that simply sparked with youthful enthusiasm that set my mind spinning. All I know is that today I feel fictional, and that means I curl up in a quiet corner and get lost typing stories that are yet to come.