trying to write …

I’m sitting here in the same place I found myself at three hours ago.

I sat down to write an argument between father and daughter. It started well. But this father and daughter are so close and joke around with each other so much that getting an actual argument out of either one of them is proving more difficult than gargling peanut butter while standing on my head!

I knew I was in trouble when I hit the 600 word mark and father and daughter were laughing at each other. Well, toward each other. Near each other. You know, “I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing beside you.”



Author: Mari Adkins

Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood.