Though a deadline is on the horizon and my characters whisper my name, I ignore them…for now.

Helpful friends and colleagues say find your process. What if I have? What if my process demands I delay, delay, delay until I sit and the words fly out without strain. For all along the words were incubating in my head, my brain and fingers merely resting until I freed them to deliver the prose to the screen.

All is well…with my soul.