My Muse, she weaves threads of red, gold and green.

So, some of you know that for the last few years I've been compiling ideas for a novel. It's one of my dreams to be a published writer. Over the last few weeks it's been in the forefront of my mind.

Tonight my muse paid a visit. In Sepia. And this is what I came up with.

"She stood on the roof of the building, the city spread out below her, lights twinkling. The wind whipped her hair around her and forked lightening flashed through the sky. Arms outstretched and eyes closed, her face raised to the sky. She leaned forward and gravity took it's hold."

It's a long way to go yet, and I have loads of other paragraphs that I'm not entirely sure where to put them, but this is the start. The very first paragraph.

Although once I finish it (I will!) and a publisher decides they want to publish, there's no doubt that if may not make the final cut.

Who knows!

Can't wait for more inspiration and a chance to share with you all.