Spring to Mind
Spring marches swiftly. Robins poke at the grass outside my office window. I spend mornings writing with the window open. Chirping and increasing road traffic reverberate around my writing nook. Although Hope (The World In-between, 5) takes place in the spring, the outside becomes background noise. This one scene sequence constantly plays in my mind. It doesn’t care if I’m not at that point in the story yet. My main goal has been to get my characters there. The scene is a major turning point in the story and in Hope’s character development. I want to say that I didn’t plan that scene when I first started, but somewhere in my mind, I think I did. Why else would I have dropped the breadcrumbs? It’s funny. In my literature classes, we were expected to deconstruct stories, look for meaning, what the author intended, et cetera. When I walked across that stage and received my degree holder, writing had well taken ...