Bombard

It's happening again!

Oh, I'm telling you it's here, slowly forming, developing and keeps me up at night. I lie in bed and instead of going to sleep I feel a wave of emotions running through my veins, and I'm telling you, it's not the blood that keeps me alive these days.

It's beautiful, new and makes me edgy so I want more, I can't help it! I'm addicted!

A new idea is haunting me!

Fireflies in a jar

Thoughts. Random words and unconnected sentences.

A part of chapter here, a growing idea which is not ready yet to become real, and more flashes of stories flying by, untouchable.  I feel like I’m chasing fireflies but my net is too small and so I end up with one little shining creature at a time.

No more planning

You know, planning doesn’t always works. It’s the spontaneous and random acts that make the difference and really surprise us in a good way. And that counts for writing too. 

Don’t plan, don’t think about it and then it will come to you. Isn’t that what people say after all? Things come unexpectedly and the most beautiful ones come when we least expecting them.

Same applies for our stories. And it is so damn good!