i am working and working on the new novella opening. one step forward, two steps back. how’s that for a cliche? sometimes i feel on the brink of something “just right” and other times i feel certain i am destined to write the corniest, trashiest, lame beginning ever.
and how do you know really? i mean come on. have you ever gotten dressed in a great outfit to go meet the girls for lunch and then stopped (after carrot cake) to shop at the most adorable boutique only to see yourself in a mirror and wonder, “what was i thinking?”
man…this is tough.