September 25, 2013 by musehick
I want to write stories that lay eggs under your skin which fester there and burst, and infect your friends. To write something that contagious would be the best thing ever – a story that has the CDC issuing warnings. Can you imagine?
When you find something that burrows in and sets up home like that, you know you have yourself a keeper.
Stories I have started to write are like that – they hatched out early in their pupae forms, and they are waiting for me to reach an adequate stage in my development to go and wrestle them into their butterfly eventualities.
I am getting there.