I went to bed at 10. At something like two I woke up with a scene nagging at me. I worked it out in my head, figuring I’d write it in the morning…but after two hours I got up and wrote it down. So at a quarter after five, I was allowed to go back to bed.
Why can’t my muses talk to me when I’m sitting here waiting for them?
It’s a good scene, though. Very good. And then the one after it…
It’s been a while since I cackled as I wrote. It’s a great feeling. I told Bly what was going on and she laughed. We both agreed we LOVE Taro–as long as he’s not anywhere near us. Taro is one of those wonderful people you’d rather not have as a friend or neighbor.
