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.


That’s what my creative process looks like.  I need to trust it.

It’s just another go-around on the writing rollercoaster.

Here I goooooooooooooooooo!!!