Happy New Year. This morning I decided to go through old drafts of stories I had written and then let them die a slow death, until now.
I happened across one from over a year ago. Part of it I like. Part of it I deleted. The give-and-take of the creative process is an interesting intersection of will and collapse. But as I start 2014 with more stories collected and finished, I think of little spots I adore and keep safe in my arsenal of architecture of storymaking.
Let the muse infuse new hues. May you find your inner beast of creativity....and run a mile or two for good measure.