Zero new words to report on day one. I knew I might fall flat on my face eventually and embarrass myself publically, I just hoped it wasn’t going to be right out of the gate. For some ungodly reason, creating fiction makes me very anxious. I have no clue why I’m so fearful (if I did know I wouldn’t be in this predicament), but it’s a serious issue for me and one that I’ve been trying to work through for many years.

I did find pictures of several main characters (I like having visual references) and have a better grasp of some of the events that will take place in the short stories that I WILL write in the coming weeks.

As Scarlet O’Hara once said, “Tomorrow is another day.”