Apr 17, 2020
3 min read
My Muse is Social Distancing From Me
She is refusing to come out of quarantine, but I am going forward with or without her
What happened to the me that was writing, writing, writing? The me who had stories to tell, wisdom to impart, experiences to share? Where is the me that would wake up in the middle of the night with a story idea, or two or three, and have to get up and write…
