Safety Net

I was so exhausted last night that I fell asleep on the couch. I was hoping to get some time in on my superstition story; or get back to working on 'The Mirror'; or do some free writing on dad's story.

The latter is one where I have no idea what the story will be about or even where to begin. This is where I am hoping my creative spirit will come through.

I always read about these authors who just start writing as the story unfolds or them. If only it were always so easy. It's a scary step for me to take, not having at least a basic plotline to go by.

You know me – I usually have my fully formed 'story frame' before I put one word down on paper. I think the thing I am scared of is not getting anything written at all; of not being able to (or being afraid to) tap into my emotions. That has been my curse for the past few years, and I don't want it to continue, especially when I want so much to write something in tribute to both Dad & Grandma.