First day of the year. Sleepy and cold. I decided I needed to get back to writing. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to pick up where I left off. My current manuscript is a sequel to The Adventures of Miss Vulpe. I hadn’t touched it in a few months. But words came so easy they surprised me. I’m writing from the perspective of Marga, Ana’s sister, and she keeps having a recurring nightmare of alligators and egrets in the Bayou. The kind of dream that’s meant to guide her.
I feel better now that I got some writing done. I’d missed it, missed all the fun I had while writing Glory Days. So perhaps this is a good way to start the new year. We’ll see what happens. In life and in the book.
