Spit Out by the Wormhole

I made it through the wormhole and, if my sassy muse did appear, I can’t remember. spiral galaxy

Three weeks later, gallons of anesthesia seep slowly from my brain. My almost revised novel slumbers safely on my external hard drive. As I realize I can’t hurry this healing process, my muse begins to tease me with back stories, plot ideas, and flirtatious phrases. In a way, I’m enjoying the flush of ideas secure in the knowledge I don’t have to do anything (even if I could). I’m free to just enjoy this time with my characters deep in their dangerous and fantastic world.

Flexible goals are key now. Today is the first day I’ve been able to work at my desk. Tomorrow will be the first day I begin writing a daily page. The day after that – who knows?

What are your immediate goals?

2 thoughts on “Spit Out by the Wormhole”

  1. Yay! It’s good to see you back. 🙂
    Take care of yourself, but in the meantime, isn’t it cool how our stories never really leave us alone?
    For me, I’m catching up on some reading, and exchanging chapters of my almost revised story with a few fine readers (who are also writers.)–and, yes, gulp … 😉

  2. I’ve just read you last three posts in reverse, so I see how much you’ve healed. Keep up the good work!

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