Sorry for being so late in posting this A.M. We had a continuous line of thunderstorms overtake us last night, and it rained for hours and hours, not keeping me awake, but making for a dim morning that failed to wake me as I try to get back on an east coast clock. I generally pop back into the east coast time without problem because I love to go to bed early and waking up with the sun is what I do–but when it’s cloudy . . . I sleep and dream.
So the yard is refreshed after two weeks of no rain, and everything is green and droopy with moisture. My pumpkins are pumpkining, (Yay!) and my blueberries no longer look like blue raisins. Best part is I’m going to write the first chapter of the Meg novella today, though it might end up being a novelette.
I ran into some trouble earlier this week trying to plot a prequel for a book I’d only sketched out, but a few things fell into place the more detailed I became with my chapter by chapter outline, and now it feels ready to work on. Finding whose voice was going to narrate was the tipping point, and two days work all fell into place in a matter of an hour . I’m finding that this seems to be my catch point in a lot of projects. I have to know who’s speaking right from the first page, or nothing makes sense and I don’t know what to focus on. But once I have that, I can go forward with a lot less preparation.
And so today, I start something new. happy sigh Down side is I’m starting with a prologue. I hate prologues with a passion, but I’ll use ’em if they have good effect, and this one . . . works really, really well.