My muse, Dorable, who, as many of you suspect, looks an awfully lot like Cindy, has been working her magic this week.
apparently she liked the idea of tossing out a short story, Kayla's Deal, and she has since been running around my head doing her spring dance routine.
Three days ago a chapter of Community went to the editor.
Last night it was a chapter of Road Rash.
And right now I'm at 75% on a chapter of Kimberly.
Feels good to find words again.
And if Dorable gets elusive again, I'm thinking that a few thousand words about that guy who finds an undocumented young Central American girl under the stuff in his back seat might be in order.