Fernando is spreading. He even has new fiddleheads coming from the earth—not the tree—this time. Go, Fernando!
Fernando, up close and personal.
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 in all his glory.
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?
Hey, cousin!
This is probably a terrible analogy for me. You know how I tend to kill plants! LOL. This career is a tough one, just like any art-based dream. Sometimes you want to rip up the paper. Sometimes you want to frame it. Fernando sure is looking good, though, and I’m certain your WIP is too. Congrats and good luck!