La Vie Boheme

On the path

I seem to have wandered temporarily out of that dense patch of woods in which I spent most of the past two weeks. Instead of having a path laid out in front of me, leaving me free to go merrily skipping through the forest with my little basket of goodies, stopping here and there to pick flowers, I've been forced to grab a machete and start hacking through the undergrowth until I found a way to go. Now I'm back on the path, basket in hand. Of course, now in addition to the goodies in the basket is the machete. I decided it was wise to keep it around, in case I run into another patch of undergrowth.

Translation: I'm back to a section of the plot I have pretty well thought out. Writing scenes feels more like filling in the blanks than pulling teeth. Filling in the blanks creatively, of course. More like mad-libs than those stupid SAT verbal questions.

Also, in case you missed it on the sidebar, I have a sequel in mind for The Exile's Daughter. I kinda fibbed. It isn't precisely untitled, but the title of the sequel might give away a little too much about the current book at the moment, so I'm keeping it to myself.