First of all, I have to say what a GREAT day Monday was. Let's face it, Mondays usually stink to the max. Back to the grind after the weekend that was too short... getting up early... cubicles and doughnut temptations. It's like hitting a brick wall sometimes.
But this Monday... things in life finally started feeling like they were falling into place. Like I'm finally figuring how to handle eveything together. Not only am I now completely obsessed with photoshop
(visit http://www.kristinraephotography.blogspot.com/ for more from this session! I'd love to hear what y'all think about them!)
and sort of feel like I may actually go somewhere with photography (I have a wedding to shoot this weekend, and possibly a children's tea party on Monday!), and I'm finally getting back into exercising (did a Hip Hop cardio class last night... I am SORE but WOW it was FUN!!), but also the Writing Fairy came to pay me a visit yesterday.
I've got to say, I thought she's been mad at me about something, refusing to bless me with inspiration. But yesterday folks, she smacked me over the head with that wand and I actually wrote! Not only did I write but the conflict of my Anemone WIP actually made itself known to me... FINALLY! I've known since the beginning how I wanted the story to end, and various snippets from throughout, but it lacked CONFLICT... where's the drama? It needed MORE! I'm very excited about what was revealed to me yesterday, and I hope to have some things for my critique groups soon! In the meantime... here is a snippet from Anemone.
I gave in to the whirling confusion in my head, buckled over, and curled up into a ball in the grass. Silky tears again clouded my vision and I squeezed my eyelids tight in effort to blink them away, but it only seemed to make it worse.
This was more than short-term memory loss.
A light brush across my shoulder told me that Brady must have swallowed back his temptation to leave. Part of me didn’t want anyone to see me in such a pitiful state, but a bigger part of me knew that I needed him. Because he wasn't just the only person I’d talked to all day, he was the only person I could remember talking to—ever.