That moment when the new novel (new romance, how sweet, anything might happen!) unfolds in its wild way (organic, no map, messy and raw) and I must dig into worlds I know nothing about, must fortify the quivering green shoot of story that comes to me with facts about parts of the world and times in history I have not experienced…tether it down, tether it down…I’m so, so lost.
And this, apparently, is the process. Apparently this is the way.
Rebecca Kuder 
Reblogged this on Random Acts of Thinking and commented:
Beautifully said.
Thanks, Virginia!