Emerging from the cave
Sorry to have been scarce for the past week. I sort of went into e-hiding, to focus on writing. The good news is, after several false starts, I finally have a beginning I like for my new book. Which doesn’t mean it’s the beginning that will be in the final draft necessarily, but it means it’s a viable starting place and I’m making good progress. Yay!
Basically, toward the middle of last week, things were not looking good. I was completely frustrated with my circular “progress” and just not having fun writing the story–which is a sure sign something is wrong. I was so distracted, I clean forgot to watch the season finale of Project Runway. Mr. Dare got fed up with my irritable, impossible-to-live-with-ness, he threw me out of the house and forced–forced!–me to go to a nice hotel for the weekend and type my fingers off. So that’s what I did. And bless him, it worked. I came back energized, optimistic, and very clean (I think I took five showers in 2 days–that’s how I do my best thinking, after all, and then all that unlimited hot water and free white-ginger soap…mmm).
How do I reward this man? He really is a hero.