I’m thirty pages into a new WIP. And I’m feeling good about it. Ssssh! Celebrate quietly, friends. Let’s not wake the mischief-makers who’ve been wreaking havoc with my muse for the last few months.
Maybe it’s a result of finally having my surgery last week. Maybe it’s the energy and excitement of RWA National next week.
Whatever the reason, I’m grateful.
And in order to avoid stalling after a few days, you’ll forgive me if I don’t post a progress bar or boast how many words. At least, not yet. Once I’m more secure in where I’m going and how my characters are getting there, I’ll share.
In the immortal words of the Mills Brothers: “‘Til then, let’s dream of what there will be…”