Beginning, Again | author’s note

I find myself at the edge of an idea, an idea that’s slowly beginning to take root and wind itself through my imagination. I have 281 words written down and no more tripping off my fingers, but the idea continues its delicate, unhurried movement across my mind.

Something new… Along the same lines as my other work, with a new setting, characters, plot. I have so little decided that it’s far too early to call it even the barest outline of a book, and yet it’s there—it exists. Whatever it becomes...