If a fairy godmother showed up at my door, I wouldn’t ask for a ballgown or shoes or an invitation to a ball. I’d ask her to tell me where to begin.
I thought I knew, but then I sat down to get to work. These manuscripts and art projects stare at me. Each one beckons.
Maybe I should just take a nap. Sleep was elusive after all.
The day here is drizzly and gray. My thoughts wander to the recent deaths in the family and the news of the pandemic and other troubles. Getting something done would lift the mood.
Recently, some fellow authors gave me feedback on a set of short stories, so I’ll suppose I start with that.
So, what do you think Cinderella did once she married the prince and moved into the castle? Was she good to the servants? Did she take up a hobby? Did she ever see her fairy godmother again?
Are you ever too old for a fairy godmother?
Just a few random questions for procrastinating.
Thanks for reading.
Be safe. Be well.