I haven’t written a lick of original fiction since–*squints into the misty past*–I worked on Rainbird last fall (*gasp*!). This year, I’ve funneled all my storytelling efforts into revising Quartz using the HTRYN course, and diligently beat down any other contenders for my writing time with a big thick stick.
I blame spring for what happened yesterday. Something in me just wanted new birth, to have a chance to grow into tentative life, to bloom into something small and shy, or big and showy…
So I started with a fairy tale to twist, a first scene, two characters and the glimmerings of a setting (city! rain-slicked, domes and towers striped like candy), and started writing. It was hesitant writing, full of fits and starts, long-unused muscles figuring things out all over again.
This story might go somewhere magical, or go nowhere at all, but the beauty of it is that there is no pressure. I love it. 🙂