A friend gave me a hollow ostrich egg for Christmas after the two of us had a brief discussion about ostriches and the fact that she’d once owned an ostrich farm. It was an unexpected, truly touching gesture, and I wanted to do something to thank her.
So I figured I’d write her a story with an ostrich in it.
The idea grew into an epic African coming-of-age fantasy, and the longest short story I’ve ever written. I just finished it. It was so hard for me to get it on page that I made finishing it my goal for the Clarion West Write-a-thon. (So I’ve also met my write-a-thon goal! Feel free to pledge!)
Now, I can write other things! Like the screenplay idea that has been on the back burner for like a year, or the sequel to my novel, or, more likely, a bunch of flash pieces. ^_^