I found time for writing this weekend since I really really needed it. Not that I managed to write as much as I’d love to, but it was enough to start that fire again. To feel the beauty of the world that awaits me, to reconnect with the characters that are too anxious to tell their story, but mostly I managed to think about the story again.
It’s very important
for me to have the story in my mind, but when I say story, I don’t mean I have
to have all the answers. Hell no. It’s just enough to have in mind the next chapter
or the beginning of a chapter, even the ending will do. I’ll be content even if I only have
the slightest idea of where the story is heading. That is enough to make me
write and while I write everything can change. But first I’ll have to start
somewhere.
