I didn't want to have to start building up my reading audience all over again. That takes time, and time is something I don't have much of these days. I mean, here it is, TWO days after Thanksgiving, and I still don't have my Christmas tree up. Martha Stewart would spit in my face.
Then there are Christmas lights to be strung, and Christmas cards to be sent, and Christmas wreaths to be made, and Christmas gifts to buy, and...
I'm exhausted just thinking about it. And that doesn't even include all the other things I normally have to do. Like...oh, I don't know...WRITE!
Did you know I haven't made any appreciable progress on my WIP since I started this blog? Now, I'm not blaming you. It's me. It's my fault. I just can't stay away from all your fabulous blogs. And that's maybe partly your fault for writing such fabulous blogs in the first place.
You know, I'd like to reverse my previous position and place the blame solely on you.
Whew! That feels better. Guilt gone.
But despite whose fault it is (yours), I have made a difficult decision.
I'm scrapping my novel.
That sounds a lot more dramatic a decision than it actually is. This is the second novel I've started. The first is still very much on the board, but it will need some major tweaking before I can continue with it, and my heart's just not in it at the moment. But, no, this second novel is a good idea for a story. I just don't think I've executed it well to this point. I'm constantly going back and reworking it, and it's still not right.
So, I can continue to rework and rework until I'm blue in the wrist, or I can scrap it, and come at it a new way.
New is good, right?
Well, let's hope so.
And now, to get us in the Christmas spirit...
|You Are Socks!|
Cozy and warm... but easily lost.
You make a good puppet.