A Snippet & Thought

“There’s nothing here…But off in the distance, maybe across the stream, I can hear something. Movement. Perhaps some sort of small animal.” She scrunched her eyes shut tighter, furrowing her brows in concentration, “Yes, I think it’s a small animal of some sort. Roaming. Slowly. Grazing. That’s weird; I shouldn’t be able to hear any of that. But what’s really strange is I have this sudden urge to sneak up on it and see what it’s doing.” Exasperated, Sam exhaled nosily. “That’s really odd. Next time, please remind me to stop at two glasses of wine. A girl has to have limits.”

 

~Blowing off some of the dust that has been collecting on my unfinished novel.   As much as I prefer to write on the patio in the spring or summer, time is more precious,  and I feel like winter writing is generally most productive.  Maybe, just maybe, I’ll make some headway and get this project DONE.