Written by: Collette Cottingham; Anontropolis
The crunching of her footsteps on the snow filled the air. She realized her element of surprise was gone. Winter is a season of eerie quiet, even the storms carry a scary silence. As you venture out into the cold every move you make echoes through out the night. I feel this way as a writer.
I do my work in a quiet area. The silence leads the way. The many adventures echo in my mind. As time passes I have pages of work.
My daily method is random. I let my mind decided what piece of the story we are writing today. This is fabulous in the moment, but now I have pages bouncing all over the place.
I wish putting a story together could be as simple as a dance. Ever flowing, gliding beautiful together, I can’t write like that. As neat and organized as I am, my writing is my chaos.
I have so many pieces written about Wnztar. She is my shining light. A woman so strong, independent, and powerful. I want to do her story justice.
The pieces are scattered about like a jigsaw puzzle. Right when I think the puzzle is complete I mix up the pieces. They have to be just right.
I trust the universe will guide me. My wish is to finish the first Wnztar saga. My first complete novel.
Tell me about an area of chaos in your life?
Write On Ladies, Write On