I love putting miniature settings together. I would have started with small little trinkets, without any vision. Then I started creating a scene. Backgrounds and accessories became an obsession. I had that kind of mind space and desire to escape and be fully consumed in such creations at my disposal. But life is never static. Now I find it difficult to concentrate. Too much life has been happening all at once, and 2020 has been a year of diversifying my areas of interest.
I read a more, wrote more, and wrote fictional stories, which I never believed I could. After contributing short stories for 16 different anthologies, I realized how draining the process can be. New found respect for all the writers, good, bad or ugly. In my future posts, I will share links for you to savor these stories as only nine have seen the light of day so far.
So what is your way to wash of the miseries of the day?