I’ve started writing again. It always seems like you never will again when you aren’t for a while. Last weekend I was addled with the inability to write. I burnt incense for it. I prayed and spelled for it. I prayed to God the Father and to gods and goddesses, every spirit for it. I prayed to the spirits of the characters to come whisper to me and tell me their stories.

When a story is going to work you just know it. It just comes and unweaves itself to you. When it isn’t unweaving it is whispering, beckoning to you.
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