Some days, there just aren’t any words left for me. It’s not that I don’t have them… it’s that I lost them.
Usually, as I’m cuddled up next to my husband at night, I get these fabulous snippets, dialogue and scenes. I watch them in my head like a movie, rearranging little pieces, adding color, texture, scents and sounds. I’m amazed at my mind sometimes. I’ll lay there replaying the scenes over and over, until I think they are perfect, and I say to myself, “Okay, time to get up and write them d...
Published on November 14, 2012 09:01