Yesterday, I indulged my gardening habit in the green of Spring craved during endless months of winter endured. I chose my crop of perennials, herbs and vegetables, dug holes and pushed roots into soil, fertilized and watered the tender plants that will grow in time with rain and warm sunlight.
Today, I indulge the author’s need to create. My fingers tap the keyboard and words appear. I uproot and plant my characters in new ground, push them to grow, let their dialogue rain down on me and bring their relationships into the light of my computer screen.
I’ll harvest my best work and offer it to readers who need to feed their habit.