At this moment, the story in his head was perfect. He also knew from experience that it would degenerate the second he started typing, because such was the nature of writing.
Sara GruenI roll onto my side and stare out the venetian blinds at the blue sky beyond. After a few minutes I'm lulled into a sort of peace. The sky, the sky--same as it always was.
Sara GruenThe thought has cheered me, and I'd like to hang onto that. Must protect my little pockets of happiness.
Sara Gruen