July 17, 2016

So where has the writer/storyteller gone, or was?

Long story went to Europe --> 
Traveled by car around Ireland, in southeast France and northwest coast of Italy then came home with a cough and cold. Resting just enough to go to art camp in Quince, CA. Of, course the cold came back. Some times I think if one had processed a ton of new information, and still caught in what they were doing before taking on the new, there is a body break-down, shouting 'rest' 'relax', 'sort goals'.  I had finished the A to Z Story Realm, combined with NaNoWriCamp and on wattpad.com and all the while planning the long saga rode-trip meeting in France grandsons and mother and father. Driving through Europe mostly lost, which is one mass of roads and buildings, crowd. Europeans are helpful and friendly! But as one in my favorite stories, 'The Troubadour' states along his way, "A traveler can never make the wrong turn." We did have adventures.

Short story is I'm overwhelmed -->
and have too many projects to finish and the critic is on me, that is me after me, and I don't know which project?  So still resting.