The Eyes of his Soul
712 words on my revision today.
Sometimes it’s almost eerie the way words I had no intention of writing spill onto the page, as if created by someone else whispering them in my ear. I call that person the ‘writer,’ the Muse, or he-who-has-yet-to-be-named.
He is the one that knows the story better than I do.
That happened today when I saw these words appear on my screen:
Something tells me this will be very important later.