Just a quiet night here, silently proofreading . Tomorrow is my artsy day that I’ve designed for myself and I need my draft copies of two stories in good form to perform for my drama coach. Both stories are written in the local vernacular so I wonder what she will say about that as we work on my phrasing, breathing and performance anxiety issues. One story is feisty and a little funny in places. The other story is quite dark, resentful , intimidating, and as yet unfinished. Probably there is more than a short story in there but I’m too inexperienced as yet to develop it further into a book. I don’t know if the next story will ever see the light of day as it is very personal but I’m going to write it anyway, darn it. I think it will be confusing in its innocence, strange in its experience and oddly hilarious in its tender parts. It might just write itself.
An Embarrassment of Freedom 
Yay! Keep at it, Lady!
Great to have a cheerleader!