I spent the last couple of weeks gathering topics for today’s 100 Words A Day writing blizzard.  At first, the ideas only trickled, a frozen faucet beginning to thaw.  Then, a sequence of blasts as the ice broke up, and finally a steady stream.

As long as I keep the faucet on, or at least dripping, I should have a constant source of writing ideas.  Unfortunately, I didn’t take proper care over the winter, and it’s been difficult getting the pipes to thaw, for any writing.

I realized last week that it’s been eighteen months since I wrote any fiction.