A writer friend and I had some insightful conversation yesterday regarding short stories. I had an epiphany a few weeks ago regarding transforming my WIP into a short story. The possibilities seem endless. I feel freer. The story needs to be told, but can definitely start with a more concise version. These characters are just itching to get out and I am about ready to let them, to give birth to them though I know it will be painful. Their story was born that way. Eventually, like any birth, the pain will become a memory and I can delight in it’s growth phases.