You can take the story away from the girl, but you can't take the girl away from the story.
But I have to admit, all this snow has changed the story. I am now hot on the trail of Keystone, Colorado's own very cool story, which I plan to post on Friday...if I live that long.
Let me say that this going skiing thing is the perfect way to get my mind off of edits and revisions, mostly because I'm trying to stay alive in frigid weather while shooting down the side of a mountain on a pair of slippery toboggans attached to my feet.
Some people call it fun.
Did I mention its really really cold?
No joke. And the wind is blowing so hard, I actually have to lean into when going downhill, which is really counterintuitive because it means leaning into the scary steep hill and begging to go screaming down it if the wind should let up, which it inevitably does when I'm least expecting it.
It's all in good fun, though. I think. I don't think my family is out to get me, but they've definitely gotten my mind off of my WIP.
Just not off of writing. Along the way down the scary steep hills and mountains in between ragged pauses when my lungs search for oxygen, I've kept my eye out for the story here, and I think I've found it. I've got some more researching to do, a few more pics to take, but by Friday, provided neither of my arms suddenly finds its way into a cast, I plan on revealing.
Brightly Burning, by Alexa Donne
6 hours ago