I got my head, but my head is unraveling.
My sparkly plot is taking hold. It is demanding that I write faster than I have ever done before.
I come along, but I don't know where you're taking me.
This is a whole new world, and I'm not so brave. I've never seen anything like it, so it's hard to describe (especially when description is a certain [cough] writer's weakness). There are twists, turns, spins, and I feel like I'm standing on my head trying to see down the rabbit hole.
I shouldn't go, but you're wrenching, dragging shaking me.
There are bound to be plot holes in this sucker. Big ones. Large. The scenes are coming so fast in my head, there's no way to get them into Word at this pace. I'm doing my best, but things are falling by the wayside. Surely this will be more difficult to solve than the 1500 piece puzzle my kids and I are working on. Only, I don't have all the pieces yet.
The more I give to you, the more I die.
Okay, okay. Maybe that is a tad dramatic. It's only my wrists dying around here. And my exercise routine. And my pov. Which is usually a certain [cough] writer's strength. See, this one is going on in two different timelines, or maybe different dimensions, or maybe...I dunno. But, there are 2 separate MC's for each thread. Something tells me revisions are going to be a bitch on this baby.
Without you everything just falls apart.
Good thing the honeymoon hasn't ended. And it's a loooong way from The End.
Hello to all my new Crusade buddies. If I haven't followed you back it's because your little picture doesn't link back to you. If you leave a comment (and there's a link), I will find you that way. Lack of following might also be due to the fact that I have no idea how to follow any blogs that don't look like the Vegas Strip with arrows that say: Click here to follow, dummy! Or, they at least have little bars that read: Follow. One or the other. Can't remember.
I misses yous all. But my Shiny New Idea needs me for now.
Lyrics: Trent Reznor, NIN, The Perfect Drug