Today is my first real day of work. No distractions. We brought all our business files from the old place. I've already made some new jewelry for our Winter featured products. So really, I should feel ok to get into working on my story for the Star.
My problem? NO FOCUS! I have a basic idea for my story. But I'm not sure how I really want it to go. And since it is sort of, in my mind, a tribute to my Dad, I want to do it right.
I guess I'm not sure how much of it I want to personalize, and how much I want to fictionalize. It is, of course, about death. But I would, in this case, like to do it in an uplifting way, if possible. I'd rather save all the gore and such for my horror fiction. I'm not sure how well my other stories, like the forced drowning story or crazy small town shenanigans will do in a contest in the Star.
And I do want to win this thing, and get that tuition to Humber.
I think I need to get back into The Artist's Way, and stop second guessing every word I write. I don't know why it started in the first place, but bitching and whining about not feeling I'm good enough is getting old!
Ahhh, the creative life!