Taking a break from my story

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I love Abigail Parris. I love her sarcasm and her head first than I’ll figure it out later mentality. Her mom, the epitome of a mother bear, would stuff one more tamale inside Abigail’s mouth because she looks too skinny and certainly must be starving. But I had to say goodbye. No, let me correct myself, see you later.

I too jumped head first into the story and then found my feet tangled by the seaweed in the sea. I tried to outline after 20K but it didn’t work. I re-wrote, scrapped most of the words, and the Frankenstein that stood up from the bowels of my Mac was something completely different than the monster I envisioned. The words were better, the structure good, clarity 99% but the soul was gone. It was just a green face with stitches on the parts I had taken apart and dead eyes blinking back at me.

I stuffed the monster in my closet and wrote other stories. They are okay. They are good but nothing like the one I almost had.

I need to go back. I will go back when my heart is calmed. I don’t want to cause any more damage. I don’t want to break it anymore. Just once I’m going to open the heart and bring it back to life. One more incision. But I must be calmed. I must have a plan.

• I will talk to Abigail and Comphidance, they will tell me what they want. They will be my guide, it is their monster that am building, not mines.
• I’ll get their story, once I get their story then I’ll know the way.

Then their heart will beat once again and the life will shine from behind their eyes. Here I come!