A Sorry Explanation

It is safe for me to say, or rather admit to you that it has indeed been an awfully busy week, as far as my own personal free-writing time goes. You may remember my recent book publication of "Kiss me at Midnight" that retells the classic tale of Cinderella (what if she didn't even want to attend the ball?). That book I had great potential plans for being part of a book series of re-written fairy tales. That potential was hanging for some time. Admittedly, I did try to get a retelling of Sleeping Beauty and/or Rapunzel started in my free time, but all those ideas seemed empty. (Weren't they destined to marry the princes that they ended up marrying their whole life? I don't like that. I prefer fate playing a role in my stories.) That was when it struck me, rather I have my son, Nate to thank for helping me come up with an idea that I have no doubts will grow. He was wearing his blue sailor onesie that says "first mate" on it when I was looking at him the other day and thought of rewriting the fairy tale, "The Little Mermaid". In that tale fate had to take a large responsibility in how things ended up at the end since the last thing that King Triton wanted was for his daughter to go after a silly, dangerous dream on land and on land, Prince Eric dreamt of finding the girl that saved him (that he knew existed) that had the most beautiful voice and was the sea King's daughter (though he didn't know at the time). Fate is the only way to explain how they reached their happily ever after seeing this, especially Ursula's deceptive plan of giving Ariel legs in exchange for her beautiful voice. In that I have been jotting down side notes and adding to this idea all that I can, I have had no time to jot down a short story this week because I have been working on a much bigger story idea in my usual free writing time. I am sorry.
So many story ideas, so little time!

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