About Writing Life Ideas and stories float in the air around me. I reach out and caress these feathery apparitions; if I’m lucky, they let me etch their souls in stone, making them immortal. Scritch, scritch, scritch… another story is born. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit More Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...