I was reading Peter Varvel's Blog. Click here. I got to thinking: what is writing time? This morning I went running and used it as a space for me to think about a story. I'd been thinking about this particular story for months now.
As I made my way through the trees of Griffith Park, the first sentence came to me. I had other parts rolling around in my head, but couldn't get started. I NEEDED that first sentence to get me going. Finally, it came:
They always make me ugly--that's what men do to women they're afraid of.
I know it's a draft and will be reworked, but for now, I'm quite proud of it.
No comments:
Post a Comment