Everyone who knows about my writing knows the unusual process I take. I have trouble writing from scratch. My stories and poems come from dreams and nightmares. They appear like live performances in front of my and in order for me to get rid of them I have to write them down; going back and polishing them later for publication.
Well we did hit a dry spell; primarily because of the demands of the day job and that certain side of brain just sat there quiet and all.
Last night I was watching television, my wife went to bed; and in the dark it happened with just one little whisper I heard in my left ear...'the devil doesn't exist'.
I am working in it. The story is titled THERE AIN'T NONE and I'm working on it...
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Hmm... dreams. Few of mine can trigger a story, I confess.
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