Except for that whole, guns MUST mean hate, thing. How about, protecting what you love?
I’m not sure why, but blogging has been extremely difficult these days. I don’t know how other writers manage to crank out long diatribes about this and that, THEN turn around and write 6K words toward various fictional things. It seems like I can write my blog, OR I can write my fiction, pick one. By the time I’ve done one, my fire to do the other is extinguished.
Yes, I’ve tried short posts. Maybe I should get back to putting up pretty art, with little to say about it. But that feels like cheating.
For what it’s worth, I’ve been pretty productive with my fiction writing…
Hrm. I have short stories. Maybe I should post a few here.