So I’m laying in bed thinking of what to write. I’m writing a book for my son. I asked him to draw the pictures for it. Right now I’m stumped! 😦
This isn’t cool. I thought ‘okay its just going to flow out of me,’ boy was i wrong. When I write poetry it just flows. Writing stories were always hard for me to write. Short stories as well but not as tough.
I’m also having to deal with a very hyper boy. 🙂 That I love. Maybe I’ll just watch him and write what comes to me and look at it later then put it together. 🙂