As I was falling asleep last night I had a ten-minute revelation about a key scene my shelved work-in-progress needed. Dialog, a new character, some nice sensory detail – it had it all. But because I had turned the heat way, way down as I love to do and the electric blanket way, way up as I love to do, I wasn’t too keen on getting out of bed to jot down some reminders. So I etched it into my brain, sure this was too good to forget.
I think you know where I’m going with this. Yep, when I woke up this morning the only thing on my mind was whether bittersweet chocolate chunks would improve or ruin the miracle that is homemade peppermint ice cream.
Seriously, I can’t even remember where in the novel this fabulous scene was supposed to fit, let alone any detail of it other than that it was the ultimate key to any chance of success I had in this lifetime.
That WIP shall remain shelved for now.
Damn you, cold wood floors!
1 month ago