I have many good excuses for falling off the writer's wagon and one big fat, not so good excuse. Mid December I found myself merrily writing away for my next writer's group. As fate would have it, I missed the meeting and was in the head-on collision instead. The first paragraph of the work I was sharing went something like this...
"The seconds, like snowflakes hang in the air. Three...two...one seconds until impact. Not enough time. Never enough time, but still I hang on as long as I can. In a moment my world will be twisted metal and broken bones. In a moment I'll no longer be me, the me that existed before I met the Window. Slivers, sharp and bright, will cut through the night. Born again. I'll be born through the glass."
It hit a little too close to home. Now I'm thinking my heroine needs to win the lotto, find a cache of jewels buried in her yard, or at least get a new car. Today I'm writing about snow globes though. And fickle artist that I am...now I'd rather go build a snow globe than write about it!
