When my feet were smaller, they trampled the grass
as I chased my blown the dandelions
and watched them go past
they danced in the wind… 75 more words
Ever thought about planning your very own Writers’ Retreat?
I suspect most authors dream of a quiet cottage somewhere away from the day-to-day routine, somewhere to concentrate on getting that first draft finished, or that tricky edit done, a place conducive to writing with as few distractions as possible. 667 more words