I'm writing a first draft and reminding myself that I'm simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles.
Throwing herself into learning helped Miri ignore the painful chill of solitude around her.
I'm going to find whoever is responsible for me sleeping out side with outside without pillows and kick them in the shins!-Enna
But, how do you know if an ending is truly good for the characters unless you've traveled with them through every page?
The book smelled dusty and old but also carried a sweet tang, a hint of something inviting. She opened to the first page and started to read, pronouncing the words in a reverent whisper.
She closed the book and put her cheek against it. There was still an odor of a library on it, of dust, leather, binding glue, and old paper, one book carrying the smell of hundreds.
