The Planet was a tough one not in contents or creative thoughts, it was the buildup to write. I was 'away'from my usual self then; done a few writes that did not come to any conclusion. But I did with must effort on the Planet.
And then I begin to feel the old me was back. I done the new tale which I will publish tonight. And I am doing a new one now for a break on the thoughts.
So without much ado, let us move on.
Cheers
Creative writing is more of a compulsion to engage with yourself in a world of words, ideas, imagery. There are moments of hot exultation or prickly exasperated yet victorious expostulation when at last comes the right word, the rhyme that works or can yield surprise and pleasure. Thank you for sharing my engagement into those words. .
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