So testing time is nearly done. A few more days and ill be back to writing again.
There’s a short story in here somewhere that keeps dancing just outside the ring of light at the edge of my little clearing. I can only see its shadow, but I know she’s there. Playing hard to get…
I am certain we will meet one evening when the sun is setting and the shadows are growing longer from the trees and my guard is down.
Until then, faerie muse… until then.