Myths, Magic and Matresence
My youngest daughter was born in late December last year, and I had barely written a word during my entire pregnancy. Anxiety loomed in the back of my mind for months, dousing any creative spark I might have had. We had a few scares where we thought we had lost our baby, and a narcissistic family member overshadowed a lot of what should have been a joyous year. I knew I wanted to get book two of the Trinitor Chronicles down on paper, but it was like rubbing sticks to start a fire, yet my...