I wanted to write a new story but I didn’t know what to write.
Once I had my specific audience in mind, though, all it took was a few minutes of relative quiet and a few rows of knitting, to get the ideas forming in my brain.
The problem now, is not so much getting ideas, as getting them to shut up while I attend to the things I have to do to keep my family functioning.
Now that I’ve discovered them, the characters are stomping around in my brain, living their lives, and telling me what they’re up to.
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