After trying four—count ’em FOUR—different story starter techniques, and spending entirely too much time on them, and just not feeling excited, interested, or even remotely positive about any of them, and then scribbling in my notebook “Or maybe I should just f*@#ing write?”, I saw in my mind’s eye a young woman sitting under a large tree on a hillside with a journal on her lap.
So I spent the next fifteen minutes writing about her and what she was thinking and feeling.
Honestly? The writing felt pretty good, and I didn’t want to stop.
Hmm. There may be something to this radical concept of JUST WRITE.
We’ll see how this goes.