Mari's Midnight Garden

Favorite Phrase of the Day: Mick rolled onto his back, cleared his throat, and rubbed his eyes. The left side of his face bore the same pattern as the fabric covering the sofa. I love that image! (even if I did write it myself) disclaimer: poetry and fiction snippet content are my own original content. [...]

Writing a book is a long, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand. – George Orwell