Well, I would love to say I’m dedicated to my story and I’m going to polish it until it is beautiful and shiney but I’m far too fickle for that. I also don’t think there are enough hours in my lifetime to make it into something wonderful, which is a real shame because it potentially tackles some sensitive issues.
However, the creative journey took me down some unexpected paths, some of which may need further investigation.
I might finish it. I owe it to Julianne to at least finish the first draft I guess.
Being inspired also has a profound sideaffect of providing me with a gateway to more inspiration. I’ve had ideas for at least two more “novels” this past month and started a jumper, and have ideas for my new big knitting project. Not at all handy when I’m time-starved and trying to learn anatomy and physiology and massage routines.
Maybe I am just meant to live in a creative chaos.