I’m willing to tell you. I’m wanting to tell you. I’m waiting to tell you. – George Bernard Shaw
Characters are filling my head with stories again. They are growing very impatient as I trudge outside every day to repeat the insane tasks of removing snow from my driveway. Someone suggested I was taking artistic liberties with the snow situation, which compelled me to do some fact-checking. O’Hare airport, a mere 13 miles from my doorstep, is reporting 16 inches of snow on the ground before this latest storm. Another fun fact is that we have had snow with measurable accumulation on ten of the last eleven days.
My characters were unimpressed. They want me to write their stories. One of them dropped a big bombshell in my brain during yesterday’s frigid, extreme-cold workout. Motivation, intrigue, skeletons in the closet, old wounds, deep-seated hatred, and a thirst for revenge spilled…
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