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“All right. Have it your own way. Road to hell paved with unbought stuffed dogs. Not my fault.”

~Ernest Hemingway

The past three months I’ve sort of felt like I’ve been facing off with my characters and their messes, and then unsuccessfully figuring out the best way to clean them up. I wish I could say it wasn’t my fault. But I dreamed it up. I built my world, my characters, and gave them all sorts of emotional holes to fall in. I got through until the end. The conclusion sort of rocked my mind. It is my fault. I refused to change the scene.

Ever been there? Ever created the most impossible ending and nothing else you could possibly think of would do?

I couldn’t dig my way out. I scratched my head for months.

But today I’m here to say, finally! Hallelujah!

I can’t say it’s the best solution. I’m not sure yet. But I can say, it’s the only shred of hope I have to finish the manuscript at this point.

So this month, I’m keeping the post short and sweet. Just to say I’m here, I did it, and I’m sorry I’ve been such a stinking recluse and haven’t been around more blogs than I hoped to. Truly, as I’ve learned through my manuscript, the pace doesn’t matter. The steps do, and telling the right story with the right sequence of action driven events.

My last thought, and I’m sharing it because it really made me laugh is this:

“Nature gave men two ends – one to sit on and one to think with. Ever since then man’s success or failure has been dependent on the one he used most.” George RKirkpatrick