But the real rush I’m feeling, I’m certain, is the joy of storycrafting.
I’m at a storycrafting retreat, see. In lovely, autumn-encased Minnesota. And I’m loving it. Every moment.
And when this weekend ends, a weeklong writing escape begins. During which I will undoubtedly consume even greater levels of caffeine…and hopefully complete draft one of book two.
Yeah. Life is good.
