I had the weirdest dreams last night and in the lazy hours of this morning (translation: I was being super lazy in bed when I should have been up and acting like a responsible parent) my muse was hard at work filling my head with wonderful scenes for book two.
He also got me inspired to write new ones for book one - as if the book is not long enough already!
So once I'd got up and made myself presentable to the world at large I made some notes in my trusty notebook and sat down to write.
I tried to write the strongest scene, a romantic one between Tremorgan and .... (I can't tell you his name that would be giving away too much!) Tried was the operative word here!
I don't know if it was because I haven't written for so long, or because I'm tired, or the fact that the kids, in true holiday fashion, were arguing and grumping around me (or all of the above) but each word was like digging for gold with my bare hands!
Honestly, it look me about twenty minutes to get down the first few sentences - and they aren't even all that good. Here they are:
Turning my back on them, I clambered over Mace's slumbering form. His marble skin was icy under its dusting of snow.
He opened an eye as I leapt off his knee. “Everything all right, little princess?”
See? Not at all earth shattering.
As the afternoon progressed the words came more easily, which was a relief!
All in all I've managed to finish two scenes today, 1700 words worth. It might be all dross and no gold but at least I'm writing again and the Muse is hard at work once more filling my imagination with ideas.