I left a screening of Happy Gilmore on our neighbor’s lawn to come home and put Rowan to bed. He’s sleeping soundly. I opened up my laptop and returned to my story. This revision is so much darker than the very first draft, but it is also so much more alive.
When I sit down to write, the characters seem to take on a life of their own. They draw me in and make me not want to stop telling their story.
I think this is a good thing for you future readers. Aine’s story is one full of darkness and tragedy, but also lit by a little spark of goodness and a refusal to back away from the hope for a better world.
Maybe my thoughts aren’t so dark.