Week 7:

Okay, I’m going to fess up. I didn’t write one word last week. I did, however, stir the pot occasionally. In previous post, I mentioned the new twists and turns my plot seems to be taking. I stewed over that a bit. I toyed with the idea of Mason becoming the new HT (heart throb) my friend, Nancy, hinted at. I even visualized Laurel’s angst when she recognized these new feelings-her questions, her blushes, her denial. Then, I realized that’s what I’m experiencing- angst over whether or not I can get the commitment of the original story out of my head, feelings of inadequacy of being able to make such a huge change in my story, denial of being able to write something worthy enough to re-submit to this same publisher.

While I’m fessin’ up, I’ll also admit the last feeling is the biggest one. Can I do it? Can I take my safe little story to a whole new level and make it worthy to send off to the publisher? Or do I cut my losses and accept another, “It’s good, but…”

After all, I AM busy.