Mischief Enters

My creativity is getting tetchy with me.

Irritable.

Crotchety.

Yep, the joyful little sprite who forever plays in my head is peeved.

I haven’t written in six months and the wee imp is feeling ignored.

Unfortunately, neglect breeds mischief.

And mischief breeds craftiness.

A crafty Chloe without a literary outlet is a dangerous monstrosity, wielding scissors and chisels, paintbrushes and Gorilla Glue.

Something must be done.

Now!

Before an easel enters this house.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe