I have been diligently working on my book and feeling frustrated with it. A couple of days ago I thought to myself "I need some help with this, someone to talk it out with ,test out my ideas and help me to put onto paper what's in my head" and do you know what got stuck in my head next???
New York??? I don't know anyone in New York! Let alone ever been there...and what does that have to do with my book? My book is fiction, doesn't exist except in my head-and I'm having a hard time getting it out of there... I know what happens, the beginnings are for the most part written down and I know how it ends- its the damn middle that's frustrating me. (sorry for the foul language, not normally in my vocabulary)
I wonder why I keep thinking of this. Hmmm...