Music: Linkin Park – “In The End”
Location: In my head
The pull to write is this subtle current that I can feel if everything is standing still. It’s not the raging torrent taking me with it as it used to be, but at least I can feel it now, ever so slightly.
It was enough that I opened my story idea file and glanced through it, testing the waters. Nothing demanded to be written. Oddly enough, when I started going over some old pieces that were in the proverbial trunk, a short story did peek its head up. I re-read it and jotted down some notes as things to fix on it related to descriptions and character development.
It’s still playing around in my head right now, those changes in particular. I’m not certain I’m ready to tackle fiction just yet but the fact the story isn’t quiet says something. Maybe I should see where it goes? I’m hesitant to do it, but maybe it’s what I need right now.
Then again, what will I do with it should I rewrite it? It’s already been rejected by all the markets that would take it. Rewrite for the sake of rewriting? I don’t know.
Is this my muse’s April Fools joke? I guess I’ll see.