Twilight

I’ve been circling the rewrite of my novel’s second draft for about a month now, hoping that I was moving closer and closer. I’ve jotted notes here and there, and thought about it. A lot.

Then yesterday morning, in my twilight sleep/wake, as Tommy watched me stir and meowed for an early breakfast, the first sentence of the new prologue came to me. My eyes were still closed. The rest of the chapter appeared in my head, in almost full form. My cat didn’t get fed for a while, nor did I.

And here we go.