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Stories out of nowhere

One day I will have to find someone good with brains – a neuro-shrink or something – and try and get a final answer to the great question:

How come that when I am overloaded with work, with my hands aching for too much typing and half a dozen deadlines looming closer… how come that then, and just then, I get an idea for a new story and I end up spending one whole afternoon outlining it and looking for resources?


Anyway, I’m in a mood for fantasy, and I’ve done just that – spent the best part of the day outlining an idea that might develop into a novella, and who knows what else. Continue reading