I stumbled into quicksand as I was leaving the desert for damper areas. An idea had wiggled into my mind a few weeks ago. Now it will not let me out of the desert. At lease, not alone. The muses will pull me out and drag me across the desert again and perhaps out of it also.
For now, I run with them as fast as I can to learn more about the story. I ask questions. Hundreds of questions.Then I will start to plan: flow, theme, scenes, and chapters.
I am happy about this quicksand. It will keep me moving in the first fun of creation while I work on revising other things.
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