...well, not all.
But as I tried to sleep last night, it wasn't chaotic thoughts, per usual, that filled my head, but dialogue.
Blessed dialogue. More specifically, dialogue from Canary: Out of the Shadows. 🥹
I nearly got out of bed to jot it down, but I didn't. The two scenes were dynamic enough, I knew I wouldn't forget them.
It's like being in the silence so long and finally hearing a whisper.
It was...everything.
I haven't touched a Word .docx in probably a month. I'm too author-fragile right now to check. It'll only reinforce the issue more, and I am merely flapping my wings a bit over here. Getting the wind under them again. Feeling how smooth it can be. Remembering.
Going to hop over to OneNote and put the dialogue and scenes in. They're Ray being...Ray. 😄
Poor woman doesn't know what's on the horizon. None of them do.
But dark things have waited so long for a chance to play.
Back to writing*
