I haven’t written a lick of original fiction since–*squints into the misty past*–I worked on Rainbird last fall (*gasp*!). This year, I’ve funneled all my storytelling efforts into revising Quartz using the HTRYN course, and diligently beat down any other contenders for my writing time with a big thick stick.
I blame spring for what happened yesterday. Something in me just wanted new birth, to have a chance to grow into tentative life, to bloom into something small and shy, or big and showy…
So I started with a fairy tale to twist, a first scene, two characters and the glimmerings of a setting (city! rain-slicked, domes and towers striped like candy), and started writing. It was hesitant writing, full of fits and starts, long-unused muscles figuring things out all over again.
This story might go somewhere magical, or go nowhere at all, but the beauty of it is that there is no pressure. I love it. 
Congratulations! Sometimes, we just have to break out a bit and let our muse stretch its wings again. I admit to allowing a wee bit too much out of mine, but I seem to work best that way. If I try to hold in a new blossom and focus on what I’m SUPPOSED to be writing, it won’t give me either very well. If I just let go, scribble, and flow, I can get somewhere (even if I don’t keep it) and then get back to drowning in a lovely fic I’m trying to finish. :sighs:
Enough of me. I love your twists on the fairytales and I’m really looking forward to any updates on your progress.
Oh, that must be a terrific feeling! Hooray for new words and, most importantly, the desire to write them.
Fantastic! Woot!
Thanks!