In the past few days, I have rediscovered my manuscript. It wasn’t lost or hidden or anything. It was waiting. Skulking and sulking as I embarked on a wild and exciting fling with blogging. Abandoned at 30,000 words for a new, demanding passion.
Finally, its patience has been rewarded. I’ve dragged it out, dusted it off, and decided to get to know it all over again. I think we have a future. It will be hard. It will take work. But I think we can make a go of it.
Why now? I can’t explain. Inspiration struck, and cannot be denied. One minute it looked old and tired and difficult. The next, it looked…possible.
So please excuse me as I draw the curtains and close the door. And shhhh. I’m writing.
Are you working on a novel, or a screenplay, or a short story? I’d love to hear all about it.