Blank white screen. That his how I began this next draft of my "completed" novel. Feeling compelled to make this partially articulated thing--this story egg--into a wonderful thing with arms and legs and lips and breath and a heart that beats, also armed with what I know, what has been suggested and advised, I began anew.
The body metaphor above speaks to how I'm approaching this draft. The story, like a body, will be greatest if like a good lover, I live in each moment of the story as it unfolds without focus on climax or resolution. I'm going to love every episode until this bag-o-bones fills its lungs and stands alive and howling.
Prompt: Write a sex scene.
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