W Marley, Barnabus, and Bilal have not only become central characters to my favorite fiction, but have also become a part of my life. I often just sit and think of what will become of them, knowing that a writer’s job isn’t to coddle their characters, but to test them beyond all limits. I have so many plans for them, yet this endless war with my damaged brain makes writing so difficult. Share this:TwitterLike this:Like Loading... Related One thought on “W” Add yours Keep pushing through my dear. You’ll get there. *kiss noise* 😁 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.