I'm all tangled up. I confess to some serious doubt going on. I've been trying to take those steps forward on my novel that I tell others to take, but my knees got kicked out from under me again.
Hence this tree of scary limbs. Does it not look like it will swirl the unwary up and away?
As some of you know, I was dealt a set-back when another book was released this fall that had some similar story elements to the novel I've been working on all year. So I set to work changing my book to eliminate the common traits and focus on the those that were different. Because there are major differences. But then I read that the other author is working on a sequel and I thought, 'What if that one ventures into territory I'm in now?'
Maybe it's time to crawl in a hole and hibernate. This tree looks like a place to hide and pout.
You see where I'm going with this? Woe is me. Waaaaaa!
I don't like that. I will try to take my own advice and keep working on my rewrite.
Or perhaps, I need to take the Storyqueen's advice, as well. She advocates spending time with another manuscript, which I've neglected. It's a fun one and would give me giggles and joy if I let it.
One of my crit partners sent me a note from yet a different character I'd stuck on a shelf. "Time to dust me off. I'm ready!' it said.
Hello? Are you still speaking to me, my darlings, my dears, my other loves?
Then again, I could always try a steampunk for new horizons. Is not this tree wearing steampunky goggles?
Hope you're all less tangled up. Send me a message in a bottle. You can parachute if from an Aerocycle. I'm just sitting here seeing faces in trees.
P.S. Don't call the paramedics. It's not that bad.
P.S.S. I stepped out on my balcony to find a dawn sky of robin's egg blue with golden jet streams and wispy clouds of pink and pure white. Geese winged silently above. And I thought, thank you for the reminder that birds can fly high and clouds can be golden.