On the drive home last night, the entire plot for the historical fantasy unfolded in my brain like a tea leaf doused with hot water. It was at once wonderful and rather frightening, and is causing me to question what my next project will be.
On one hand, Poison would be quick to write because I know the world and the characters. This project is at least a year’s commitment. I’d have to research. I’d have to be clever. It’s a challenge.
I don’t know what to do. I guess I have some thinking ahead of me.
Two more pages of dialog and blocking. Next time, I’m doing this when I thumbnail.
