Thursday, October 04, 2007
Yup I'm scared. Petrified. Deep down in my boots, monster under the bed, screaming heebie jeebie scared.
And of what, I hear you ask.
Yes that wonderful story we have been celebrating the ending of. The book that has a request already. That one.
It scares me.
I'm not sure why. Maybe it is the thought that I can't make it work. That my revisions will rip the heart out of it. That I am not capable of making this story work. Or even that it is a pile of steaming poo which no amount of revision/re-writing will fix.
So after much procrastination I picked it up yesterday and read half of it and made a start at re-writing the beginning. But it still scares me.