When I think of writers, I think of the lone wolf. A slinky man with a bottle of Whiskey in one hand, and a typewriter in the other or a woman softly spilling her blood on paper, wistfully looking through a window to a dimly lit corner street. While others are out and about, we writers are burning the midnight oil by the soft neon glow of my laptop. It can be, at times, a lonely business.
But, every so often, we as writers need to come out of our dusty corners, let our fingers rest and restore ourselves to humanity.
This is where I’m at. I have several solitary projects I am working on, but I feel a longing, a yearning to find something new, something collaborative, a writing circle with online friends, perhaps, writing for another blog, heck maybe starting up a fledgling journal….
So my friends, if you come by any opportunities or want to start one up with me, please let me know. Either here or through email (reestanf at gmail .com)
Peace n love my friends.