It seems that spring has returned my writing brain back to me, or maybe it was in hibernation mode like a bear, and is now stretching out its arms, sneaking a peek at the cherry blossom buds outside my window and smiling at the inspiration they bring.
The printers is whirling, spitting out the pages of Draft 1. My fingers itch to hold a pen and start reviewing what is already written. Because that is the plan right now: read the whole thing through. I want to remember what it is I wanted to write, where I wanted to take my characters before I let other people’s voices make a giant jumble out of my head.