Where has she gone?

Ya know how you feel when you've been following a blog for a long time and then suddenly they just stop writing? You wonder if they're on vacation or having a bout of the flu. Maybe it's writer's block. After a month or so you begin to get a little concerned. Wondering if everything's OK. Which make you feel a little nutso because you're feeling so concerned about this person you've never even met and yet you haven't heard from wacky Aunt Marge for six months and you're not worried at all! You keep checking your blogroll to see if there's anything new. Nothing. When you visit the site you're greeted by a six-month old post and the place feels like a deserted ghost town somewhere along Route 66.

So... in case you're wondering; I'm still alive and kicking. It's just that this novel idea I had to write a novel is turning out to be a tad more time consuming than I imagined. The ship has sailed and I have completely lost sight of the shore. I haven't any idea where I am going or when I will arrive. But I am enjoying the voyage; just the same.  Here's a little excerpt from my Facebook page about this journey...

"I have learned that writing a novel is like coming to a primeval forest where you've never been before and deciding to follow a path through it. Only once you venture in; it's dark and eerie and the path diverges into so many directions that you just have to randomly pick one; but it seems to lead you nowhere. You have become hopelessly lost. You panic and find yourself walking in circles and more... circles. There seems to be no way through and no way back out. But just as you feel certain you're going to die there, you notice a glimmer of light coming through the canopy. And you see a doe with 2 spotted fawns, blackberries... ripe and luscious and verdant ferns. A bird you've not seen before calls--a glorious sound you've never heard in your entire life. It's all so fantastic that apprehension turn to curiosity and delight! There's so much to explore! And when that happens...you know that eventually you'll see your way through--but it no longer matters when or how. Because that place you've been visiting in your mind.........you know it better than you're dearest friend. And it's beautiful here."

 

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