Having crawled out of the doomsday bunker I inhabit every Valentine’s Day, I am ready once again to take up pen and paper.
No writing was done yesterday. There never is on that dreaded 14th. Childish as it might sound, I always fear my sourpuss attitude about Valentine’s might unintentionally bleed into my work.
Always protect the integrity of a story, ladies and gents, even if it means occasionally digging a hole and hiding in it for a day.