Moving forward to the new year

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Here I sit with my puppy at my side. He is tucked in as if we were together in a big cocoon in a winter storm. He loves to cuddle, his tiny wet nose against my cheek when I hold him close.

He doesn’t know it yet, but most of the time I will be rooted in the chair crafting my next story, will it be the fish story where he swam to far and couldn’t find his way home. Or perhaps the one about the two birds trying to fly. Who knows at this point.

What I know is that there will be writing, lots of it. Some will say I’m being anti-social due to the fact I need to write. I live to write. Being a part of Story storm helps me to stay focused and get the word count in for the day.

Write on I say. Write on.

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