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Where did that speed bump come from?

Who invited them to my fantasy?
Symbolic of my writing woes, an ancient bridge into a forgotten wilderness is spoiled by two visitors from our present age. Oh well, that's what books are for -- full immersion. We do with words what photoshop does with touchups.

Not that "Prince of the Furies" has issues, okay, maybe small ones, but life tends to crash the party when things are rolling along. I recall in Tolkien's biography, he quotes: in that time I changed my house, my chair, and my college, and the days ... Clearly, he had similar issues. That being said, change is inevitable, and it can reek havoc on creativity and writing -- if you let it. 


At 75K words I should be happy, but not at this pace. Uncertainty has creeped in, and I let it slow down the writing. Should I bring in another character? Add another location? Popular conclusion may be, write it out and worry about it later.  Boy, I do have a hard time with that one, but I think it works best. Gloomy prospects look much better in the light of another day. Thanks for reading, and if you write, get at it!

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Anonymous said…
whatever you write..think up..fantasize about will be perfect...you go guy....

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