Weird thing happened last night.
Let me back up. A weird thing has been happening all week. I've been thinking about stories. Snatches of dialog have cropped up in my brain randomly throughout the past few days.
That's how I write. I start with dialogue and expand into description if the dialogue is worth keeping.
This hasn't happened in a while. My brain has been mushed pretty much all year, so I don't know why it would choose this moment to firm up.
Last night's weird thing was I opened the laptop and started reading Kerby's POV in Price of Justice with the intention of adding something.
TT: Y'all don't know Kerby yet, but you will. You will.
I even feel like adding a little more today. Nothing huge. Nothing ground-breaking. Just a little forward momentum where no momentum has existed for a considerable amount of time.
This isn't a plunge back into relationship. I'm not ready to pick up where we left off. I'm breezy.
We'll just see where it goes.