Do you, by change know where summer is going in such a hurry? I sure don’t know and now am questioning why I didn’t make more time to enjoy some of it. True, I have approximately two months left to do something about this grave error I’ve make.
Regrettably, there’s a good possibility that other matters are so grave that I won’t be seeing a lot of this season. My WiP has stalled. The foremost reason is that I have other life situations getting in the way of my ability to concentrate on any of the scenes. The secondary cause is I’m so close to the climax and it looks like fear is fogging my brain.
It could be the number one reason is part of the problem to the second one as well. I’m tied up in knots about many things in my pocket-sized existence right now. I need to make some tough decisions and follow through with them.
I loathe times like this. I just want it all to go away. Ironically, the only way I’m going to get to that place where all of it has vanished is to make the tough determinations and carry on with the action necessary. I hate upheaval and I know that whatever I go forward with is going to create just that.
As they say (who, I don’t know), “A little rain must fall.” I can’t say I’m all that scared about what I’m about to embark on to straighten things out. Still, because I don’t know what the outcome will be, I am apprehensive.
If you haven’t noticed yet, this isn’t like my other posts I’ve been writing since May. Eventually I’ll get it all back to something similar if not the same as it was. My posts for a short time will be sparse and probably minimal.
A writer’s mind seems to be situated partly in the solar plexus and partly in the head. ~Ethel Wilson