Oh where or where has my muse gone? She keeps hiding from me and she won't tell me why. I think it's because I'm struggling with which direction to go. I just can't seem to let go of the 153 pages I'd written for SAY GOODBYE. It can be saved, but it will take a lot of editing. That's something I hate to do. When I stare at all these pages and know that I'll have to go back and read page by page and make major adjustments to get to the point of being able to finish...it's so daunting that I push it aside. I started rewriting it from a different angle. What I've written is good...but knowing that 153 pages of words cranked from the heart are sitting there and will be trashed is keeping me from moving forward. So, I started something brand new. It's not working. I'm forcing the words and the scenes are so unnecessary.
So, where are you hiding, muse?