Something that started as a tiny little thought, rolled around and captured additional fodder that could be used to support the thought, then grew a little. Then grew a little more. Then, became almost painful because it was too big to NOT be on paper. It begged to be set free.
What’s interesting is that once it’s on paper, if it’s successful or not to others is secondary to the fact that a story has been created out of thin air, flowing from my head to my fingers to a Word document. Unfortunately, the feeling is addictive. From the first time I felt it, I wanted to replicate the experience.
Three more are circling in the rafters. All in various degrees of readiness. My mind will let me know when they’re ready to be set free.