There was a writer who blogged every single day. Snippets from the WIP, things she read about, poetry and dreams for the future…she wrote about all of that.
There was very little she didn’t talk about. She blogged for her friends, and herself, and didn’t worry a whole lot about what the world thought. She was just another aspiring writer in the eyes of the universe and very few people were listening. The internet did seem to like her cat pictures, but who doesn’t like cats?
Then she moved to Texas, sold books, got an exhausting full time job (shhhh don’t tell anyone) on top of the writing deadlines, and had very little time to blog. Oh she had good intentions, but somehow sleep always won over putting words on screen. Funny how that works out, even in long ago stories.
But once in a while, which looks a lot like right this minute, she found a speck of time to wave to the internet and say hello. She might tell them about the ARC contest she’s running (enter now!), or that she has good things to talk about next time she’s awake (which might be tomorrow), or that for three full days she hasn’t been able to get a line of prose out of her head (which sounds like a query pitch for the first novel she ever finished).
That line is: Long ago in a forest dreaming, an orphaned prince discovers home.
Now that line is in your head. Her work here is done.