I allowed my two beautiful daughters to survive their teenage years, and now they are charged with putting up with my dotage – a fair exchange. I don’t want to look like an old ewe in a lamb’s clothing!
No, I’m not ill, not even sniffly, but my writer’s voice has been stifled by inactivity for too long. Like any other part of us, that elusive element writers call their voice can go dormant with lack of use. Here’s my declaration of intent to jog that part of me back into action!