I used to love to sit and read on a lazy, rainy morning. Now, I find that the same mental juices that helped me dive into the lives of those characters are the same ones that help me create mine.
I awoke this morning and could feel the cool breeze carried in by the overnight’s rain. It woke me gently. Date night with the wife last night meant that there were no little ones running around this morning.
In the quiet the pace of thought regarding a twist in my book’s plot line became clear. Got me thinking…I wonder what life would be like if writing was my sole profession and not just my passion.
Back to The Lion’s Mouth I go…