As far as writing is concerned, it feels like I’m in a 4-dimensional maze–with shifting walls. I can see the ending; I know my ultimate goal. Still…
Shifting motives, new characters showing up out of the blue, trying not to get overwhelmed about the idea of writing a mystery novel–all this (internal) drama and I only have a partial outline. An outline!
I am going to write this thing though. It probably won’t be fit for human consumption. The first draft will most likely be condemned to exist only on a flash drive.
Or…I’ll just take it one day at a time, not worry about the future, and everything will be fine.
Tawanna Sullivan 