I'm Gayle (Gayle Francis Moffet if you're looking to read my work). I writes fiction, non-fiction, poetry, and comic books. I grew up in Yellville, Arkansas, spent some time in Springifeld, Missouri, and then moved to Portland, Oregon with that guy I married. When I'm not writing, I read, crochet, and hope for the day the Sci-Fi channel will release their terrible made-for-tv movies onto Netflix Instant Streaming. I keep a newsblog at gaylefmoffet.com, and I have a digital store where you can buy some of my writing and design work.
I have figured out part of my writing issue these last couple of weeks
I want to work on something non-fiction, but all the non-fiction I want to work on isn’t happy stories. But I don’t want to write unhappy stories right now because my headspace needs some lightness, and I’m still sort of in recovery over finishing the 5-page script for “April 16th, 6:44 a.m.,” which is literally the most heart-wrenching thing I’ve ever put on paper.
Last night’s bit of something was lovely to put down because it started out sort of dark and morbid but ended up in a really fun place, and I want to write more of that, but my head is still full of non-fiction.
It’s a frustrating headspace I have, sometimes. Please enjoy this gif:
