There are no clouds of cherry blossoms in our yard, and we won’t be sitting under any to sip sake and have a picnic lunch. Our single cherry tree isn’t an ornamental one, but a fruit-bearing variety – Prunus avium – so these first blossoms aren’t just something to admire, but are a promise of something even more special to come. They’re just the beginning.
Beginnings are exciting. The anticipation that bubbles when a new story idea refuses to be ignored … tantalizing information teasing the mind about a new protagonist and a possible quest. The pieces aren’t all here yet, just the promise of a new writing adventure. We watch it grow, blossom and begin to produce fruit.
It’s going to be delicious! Ah, but for now, it’s just the beginning.
How do your new stories introduce themselves to you?
“Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it?
I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.”
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