By Keith Fisher
For those of us who look forward to weekends, Friday is the day of days, the light at the end of the tunnel. This week, however, it sneaked up on me before I knew it was coming and I was blogless.
To make matters worse, I inflamed my Sciatic Nerve (not sure of the spelling), and had to spend the day lying on my back reading. It’s painful to sit at my desk to write.
This is my longwinded way of apologizing for the condition of my (ouch) writing. And the (ouch) tardiness.
I want to share a condensed quote with you, however, it’s by David G. Woolley, and it hangs on the wall in front of my desk,
"Writing fiction is storytelling, but we must be more than storytellers. Ours is an art of communicating emotions, creating suspense. Describing the grit and grime and smell of a place. If we do it well, we transport the reader to a place just beyond eternity without leaving the Lazy-Boy. It sure ain’t easy—but it is doable."
Good luck with your writing.