What starts as a small bud, grows, expands and burst forth in color, texture and smell.
Writing a book is like that. An idea will come to me and it sits dormant for days, weeks and sometimes months.
Then it nudges my conscience it wants to come out into the world, want to be real. Little by little it grows, the setting comes to life, the characters change their hair color and sometimes their names.Today my character’s name is Serena and she has red hair.
Then a chapter gets written and the smell of that first draft is not as sweet smelling as I would like.
Back to the key board I go and try again and again until it feel like I have the colors, texture and smells just right. The story bud blooms into a novel.
I haven’t been able to work as fast as the lilac bush does.
What about you how does your story bloom?