Roofs and Writing

Time for an update, I guess… 

First thing: I’m no longer homeless! *happy dance* (Well, mostly not homeless. I have a roof and a bed and a key of my own to get in, though I still only have a week’s worth of clothes and some toiletries to tide myself over until I can get my things back from where they’re being stored.) 

There’s still a lot that needs to be done in terms of getting settled and recovering emotionally and financially from the ordeal, but just knowing I have a place to stay again has lifted a huge weight from my mind. And, more importantly, has loosed the reins on my Muse and let her run wild. As in, wilder than she was running even before, and in the best way.*

*Some credit here is due to Brandon Sanderson and the first two books in his series The Stormlight Archive. I was reading them when things fell apart and as they started coming back together, and the storytelling was indescribably inspirational. 

Anyway, in the past few days I’ve been able to get back to work on the short story I’ll be submitting at the end of the month. It’d been about a month since I’d touched it, and there were weak scenes and issues with it I knew I was going to need to deal with, so I was, to put it lightly, nervous. But that first day after having a stable roof again, as I put pen to paper, I got glimpses of images and flashes of insight—answers my Muse sent to the many questions I needed answered, and answered fast—and the story clicked in my mind. 

It’s not done yet, but at this rate should be finished by week’s end  And, more importantly, I know where the story is going, and why. And I like it, which is a rare thing for me to say of my work during its first draft. 

Writing has been fun again. For that, and my roof, I am so grateful. 

—end update—