After weeks and months of no words, I suddenly find myself working on not one, but two stories. It feels great to be writing again.
I am not sure where these stories will take me, or what format they will end up in. The first story is, for now, a middle-grade story that I am calling Lori’s dad, and I think it is a spy story. The other I am calling Snow White and the Seven Dwarves and it seems to be a chick-lit story. Both were, as always, inspired by dreams and random thoughts, and both are screaming to be written.
So far, I have written just on 500 words on Lori’s dad – a slow start – and just about 2000 words on Snow White.
I am so glad the words are back.