It takes me years, sometimes, to find the best way to write a story. I felt guilty about it for a long time but recently I’ve just accepted this is the way I work. I start a lot of stories and with most of them I hit a wall at a certain point — something’s not working, or I don’t know how to continue, or I lose interest. Then, later in the year or maybe even up to two, three years later, I go back to them and know what to do. It’s a slow process, but what it’s taught me is that some things really do take time. And sometimes the direct route just isn’t possible.
I started a story a year ago about an angel who falls to Earth and tries to teach a mortal how to sing. Realized yesterday what to do with it. So here goes.