After consuming more caffeine and sugar that I care to admit, the first draft of The Little Match Girl retelling is done! It's still without a proper title, but I'm hoping some inspiration will strike soon. Right now I'm just like "wat r werds." That's what happens after an intense few days of writing like crazy to meet a deadline.
I can't tell you too much about the story ... I don't want to spoil it for you. But I can give you a hint.
Or something like that.
“Well, you have two options,” Romek’s teased. “You could throw yourself at me like they do in the movies and say something really romantic, or you could tell me to jump in a lake.”
I was amused by his options. “Or I could do both.”
He raised an eyebrow and shook his head. “But that would just confuse me.”
I felt like Snoopy while writing that scene.
You know what? I think I'll drink more coffee to celebrate.