Fernando is spreading. He even has new fiddleheads coming from the earth—not the tree—this time. Go, Fernando!
Just like the fern, my own stories are growing. I’m on the downhill for the first draft of my current project, and it has a shiny new working title: THE UNRAVELING THREADS OF KYNDRA FIELDS.
Fernando—just like my writing goal—doesn’t always look this good. Sometimes, like today, it’s more like this:
But there is time this afternoon for water to improve his health, like my story will strengthen if I nurture my writing time.
P.S. Here’s Fernando’s cousin, living on another water oak across the yard. Do you have a Fernando at your house? Have you nourished it today?