This week, I shall be starting on a brand new shiny story. It’s so thrilling as a writer to have only a tiny idea that I know (fingers crossed!) is going to blossom into something fun and obsessive and smexy and insomnia-causing and so totally mad-awesome.
As I mentally prepare, I keep chanting this song over and over. She seems to be singing to me, yo.
“I’m just beginning. Pen in my hand, ending unplanned…”