Just wrote the first 1000 words of a brand new book. I have been procrastinating about starting. It is just so darned scary. But fun. You know that moment when you are riding the roller coaster and it is cranking up that first looong incline, preparatory to that drop that sends your stomach into your mouth? Scary fun, like that…

So many new characters, a new setting, even a new era to bring to life! I won’t really feel good until I have at least three or four chapters under my belt, and then I might start to relax a little. With me I always feel as though everything I have accomplished so far has been due to luck and I fully expect the bottom to drop out at any moment.

I have no idea how successful I will have to be at writing before I start to believe in myself. Kind of silly, I suppose.

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What I am reading: A Frozen Hell;The Russo-Finnish Winter War of 1939-1940/William Trotter

What I am listening to: Analogue/ a-ha

add to furl :: Digg it :: add to ma.gnolia :: Stumble It! :: add to simpy :: seed the vine :: :: :: TailRank