I spent a few hours writing a first chapter, a nice prologue and a good beginning to a second chapter. And then, as if by magic, I was hit by another image. Another part of the same story, only years into the future. What choice does a poor girl have?
Answer would be - too many choices. Either way, I clung to the image, the story in my head unravelling before me and the man I had started to put into words only minutes earlier suddenly stunned me into silence. I know people think authors have a choice, they have a say.
Some of us don't!
And now, 2344 words into what might become the second book, second volume of the same book, or some other answer I don't know yet, I find myself feeling sad. Utterly and incredibly sad. 1-2-3 and then you're gone. That might not mean anything to you yet, but in due time.
Never hesitate to be creative, you'll regret it.
--Jen
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