My writing has been inconsistent.
This is not unprecedented and not without cause. Many time before I’ve involuntarily, shamefully, paused on an idea I’ve loved, the story, returned, and finished. I’d thought that I would compose more while in Italy but stress and uncertainty from different directions has slowed not the ideas but the manifestation of those. I still have that “voice in my head” that elaborates on the story and the melodies and the structure as they should be, but… don’t act on it.
Continue reading Barbarella the Smuggler–Losing the threadverse 5, where the people show her their most cherished possession: a map that can tell the future


