Starting over

I am starting from zero with a new manuscript. Again. I can feel that familiar, itching feeling in my body now. It has already been there for a couple of weeks. Like a snake slithering up my spine. Secretly and with a yet not known agenda. I am thrilled and scared at the same time. Characters that want to come to life and have their say in the story are starting to knock on my door. They whisper in my dreams and scream if I don’t listen. When I dare to trust them, they show me the way in the most surprising manner.

I am looking at the first page of what will most likely turn into a 300 page long document. Letter by letter it is now once again my mission to build a plot that mesmerizes the reader and intrigues the senses. My best shot at success? Love, love, love for my story.