Story seedling
Exactly two weeks ago, I suffered a great loss. My mother died. It was far from unexpected, but still of course a shock. My emotions are raw. I may need to write. I'm not sure.
Seeking solace in stories (as one does), I thought of an arc of grief and renewed hope in an old and powerful fandom. But everything in that fandom has already been written. Everything. I couldn't see trying to write something new there.
It eventually occurred to me that the shape of that story, if treated with care and a little imagination, could work well in my familiar hunting-grounds of Middle Earth. But it frightens me. I am not at all sure I have the writing chops to tackle it. The emotions are big, the cosmology complicated.
Sorry to be so vague. This idea is just a tender little seedling that may not survive being exposed to light. But as I hug it close to my chest, I thought I'd give it just a little exposure here.
