The night before last, lying in bed and drifting off to sleep, I sat up and said to my wife, "I'm writing something down." I walked to the kitchen, clicked on the light, and wrote a sentence.
"Nice that you're thinking about your next book," my wife said when I returned.
No, I'm not going to write the sentence here. It will probably change. It's about a trail in the mountains, sounds echoing off the walls of the ravine.
What are the sounds?Why is the character in the valley?What is coming his way?It was good to start. For this novel I want to write a more substantial overview, even though I've written the first sentence already. I'll probably write more images and scenes as they come to me.
I've got about 6 weeks of my job left. Good things happening. The light in the valley is lambent with possibility.
Copyright 2015 by Thomas L. Kepler, all right reserved
Published on April 17, 2015 03:39