Not literally. (Not yet– although today was a rainy and cool Minnesota autumn day.)
But a little paralyzed about moving forward with my new novel idea. (Is “a little paralyzed” an oxymoron?)
I have done my pseudo-writing.
I found an idea I’m really excited about. (Surprise [to you and me]: it’s not at all what I thought it would be.)
I am armed with a first draft manifesto to wield against doubts, poor choices, and bad writing.
Heck, I even thought out the entire storyline. I’m generally a pantser, so this is extreme, folks.
I’m scared to commit to this idea.
And I’m intimidated by other great writers.
And I don’t know where to start.
It’s just another go-around on the writing rollercoaster.
Here I goooooooooooooooooo!!!