This is such a delicate thing I’m almost afraid to mention it. But stories started sneaking back into my consciousness after the parathyroid surgery, and lately I’ve been starting each weekday morning writing a few hundred words.
It’s what I can make time for before I start into the still-enormous daily workload of getting the HollysWritingClasses.com site up and running and out of beta.
I’m not doing anything on projects folks know about. Those require research, development, timelines, backstory—infrastructure.
And this feels like a seed sprouting after a long, hard winter. Like, if I don’t step carefully, I could kill it.
So I’m stepping carefully. Right now, I’m just putting together a little story in an interesting new world. I’m aiming for about ten-thousand words.
I have about 1200. It’s science fiction. It has interesting aliens.
It makes me happy.