That Swirly Feeling

Starting a new book gives rise to excitement, optimism, hesitation, and fear in equal measure. Like Van Gogh's starry night, the new world I wish to enter looks bright and mysterious to my eye. It brims with possibility. My brain boils with new characters and funny names and odd conflicts. But after only one page in Dalliance Woman, I am not sure about the voice. First person or third? My previous books have been all in first, so maybe I should switch. Then again I like first and seem to do best in it, so maybe I should stay.

Maybe I should pick a non-dairy whipped topping.

Maybe that's what Van Gogh saw in the sky.

It's exciting to be starting over. My new friends beckon. I know that if I go forward each day, the book will get written. There's the optimism.

But then the fear lifts its ugly non-styled head. Maybe it won't work. Maybe it will be stupid and sappy.

NAH.

I am a goody two shoes, Mary Poppins at heart and always have been. I see the bright side. I can't help it.

It's all good.

Mostly.

So here I go.

A bientot, Vincent,

love,becky