The other day I had an
entire afternoon to myself and got the chance to squeeze in some extra writing.
This does not happen very often.
The only thing I had to do was
about two weeks’ worth of laundry (yeah, I’d sort of let it stock pile). Anyway,
I was elated at the idea of having a few hours to work on my manuscript, aiming
to add at least a thousand words.
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Which path shall I take? |
Alright, so here’s the thing:
I’ve got so many story ideas locked up inside my brain that it’s hard to
concentrate on just one at a time. Some of the ideas have been floating around
in my brain since I was a preteen, so many are pretty well developed – plot
wise – and most feel like they’re all but written, pun intended.