I'm still waiting for that inspiration, I'm waiting for those feelings, those epiphanies.
I may have to give up some more, I might have to get good at it.
It will come, it always does.
I'm finished with the first draft of the 12th story
It is titled Hands Pressing Play.
I like the title, it is in reference to reading braille, I nearly want to learn to read braille just so I can read with my eyes closed, so I can be alone with those stories, really really alone.
I need to write part 3 of Weak Nights and I will be done with the first draft of the second book.
When it hits me I'll be done in hours, until then I just have to think and look and wait.
Patience may be waiting for me.