Cardplayers in a Sunlit Room, Pieter de Hooch

 I wrote 78 precious words today that came to me while I worked on my story notes for A Lamentation of Swans. Those words are the stepping stones into the story and have given me the narrative voice that has eluded me for so long. I’m not officially at the writing point, but I’ve moved through the gate and am standing in the garden.


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  1. I treasure those moments when the words drop like a precious gift. Congratulations on faithfully waiting for those gems to fall.

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