Today is a wet, slushy day. The kind of snow that isn’t, rather than the kind that is.
Which made me think of this quote as I do battle with an idea. It strikes me as a good one, too, and yet – somehow – it refuses to become a story.
Thing is, I’m struggling to tie it to a plot.
Maybe I should just let it run free to whatever incredible destination it’s heading for.
Then simply follow the tracks and call it a plot.
Not sure I can do that…
Not sure I have a choice.