Today was a brainstorming day. I’ve had an idea for a while that I wanted to work on, but something seemed missing. I saw my husband’s grandfather the other day, and his interest in military/espionage thrillers every so slightly shifted the focus of my story — in a good direction.
As I played the with the idea driving into work this morning, I’d hoped I could write it before he passed away (stupid cancer), but no.
So, rather sadly, I continued work on the outline. I believe in the story. I believe he would have enjoyed it. I’m writing it anyway. It’s just going to take a little longer.
I adored this man. He not only read my writing, but would refer back to a particular story he’d read years ago. He had a good heart and lived a wonderful life, until cancer stole it from him. If this story makes publication, the dedication goes to him.
You’ve been busy!
I’m very sorry to hear of your family’s loss, and I’ll be thinking of you.