The Porcupine Hours

stockvault-adventure-beginning218470My quills are up.

Sharp, steely spines of exposed nerve all flayed out to protect an anxious underbelly.

I don’t enjoy these days.

My writing is jerky, plots hiccup, characters look up from the page and warn, “Do not freaking touch me!”

I pray, may these porcupine hours be brief and fleeting.

Until tomorrow…


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