After a few weeks of tending my sick child, I am back in the flow. The holiday story I was writing just wasn't working out. The story I originally had in mind for the Holiday contest was designated to Valentine's Day instead. But suddenly that story and the characters in it have found their Christmas Spirit and I've switched it up. A Holiday tale of Love surviving death. Christmas Spirit with a paranormal touch of Comfort.
I'm up to 5K words, have a solid plot, cooperative characters, and real life, as well as Spirit inspiration influencing it. This will be my second story featuring a disabled main character (using a wheelchair) and I can't wait for you to all meet her and the rest of them. I have some amazing people in my life who have lent their life experience and inspiration to the story, but it really is all about the lovely, impish Spirit who is guiding it along.
Oh, and horses will figure in heavily, one special horse in particular named Windust
Enjoy this little excerpt from the story. :)
“Who said that?” She reached for another package lying on the low card-table, knocking over her mug of tepid cocoa in the process. The cocoa spilled, running all over the roll of festive wrapping paper and ruining the cardboard box containing a babydoll. With a groan of annoyance, she grabbed up the box, ripped the sopping cardboard open and glared at all of the plastic twists and security ties holding the doll in.