Knock on wood. I'll say its beginning and it will end immediately. Let me rephrase that.
I think I might be starting to possibly.
So what is it that may or may not be happening?
I pulled out an story tablet the other day, and I sat down in the evening while watching tv, and I WROTE.
Like...maybe half a page. But I worked on it for over an hour. I had to go back and read a chunk of what I had wrote previously to try and figure out where in heck I was going with the story, and what the characters names were, and where on earth they were located at that point in time.
It was intense. I find I dislike my writing from eight months ago when I closed the book. Inspiration to press on and finish it I suppose so I can live to edit the darn thing.
It was my Purpose story that I was working on, by the way. I find I still rather like the story. And I see so many possibilities for it.
Have I wrote anything on it since that night?
Not one lonely word.
But I've packed the tablet around with me everywhere. Just in case. It's always in the back of my mind. It's growing. It's like a wisdom tooth, just below the surface. You can feel it, it's just not quite ready yet. Then, all of the sudden, it will break free.
....That was prolific. Not.