Soemtimes, I feel like a dark room with a light switch that is never in the same place twice.
Other times, I feel like a light room with a dark switch that is always in the same place twice.
Writing is the only way I can say what I really want to say in such a way that I get away with it.
Thank you for your wonderful comments on In The Lake. I especially loved your comment about the foreboding in the piece attending the loss of innocence.... though I have not done your words justice here.
I see you are pretty new here, so welcome, and I look forward to reading your work!
Hi Melinda, welcome!