The journal I ordered last week arrived today, and I was like a kid on Christmas. I couldn’t wait to rip the cellophane off and put pen to paper. I could feel my thoughts revving up and I wanted to get them down while I could.
In between peeling chunky little hands off of the paper, I was actually able to get two working ideas down. Both stories are aimed at adolescents, albeit one is much darker than the other. Once I get things settled for the night, I’m going to try to dig deeper and see which one starts rolling out more quickly.
It’s amazing what blank pages of paper can do.