A Late Start

Posted By on January 12, 2011

So I think I’ll be random.

I’m having a hard time focusing. I don’t know if that means something’s wrong with the story, or I don’t want to work when the world is all white and blue and chilly. (Just the way I like it!) On the news last night, they interviewed people who’d started walking to pick up their groceries. I did actually shop before the storm, but even if I hadn’t, I’m loving this lovely time all kept inside.

I wouldn’t mind a walk in the snow (not at 11:00 on a snow-covered Interstate, to bang the ice off the wipers), but since it’s ice, it would be more like a skid, and then an abrupt stop.

Instead, I’ve shut myself in my room, turned on music, and I’m about to open my work file. I’m praying for the wisdom to see whether the problem is with me or with the story. I love the story so much I’m afraid I won’t do it justice, but that way lies disaster. The thing about this first chapter is that I wrote it without fear. And confidence shines on the page.

I want more shiny pages.

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