How does one write when there are little ones about twirling the chair back and forth climbing up the back of the chair?? How does one go to that special place? The story place where the villains live? The distractions? Can’t close the door. She knows how to open them now. The house calls to me, the reverend is in and a sacrifice must be made but who or what is sacrificed? That is the question we ask.
-The simple things in life are what make life worth living-