While I go through periodic bouts of missing Bucharest because of Bucharest itself, it was in Bucharest a driving kind of woman decided to be my unofficial agent because I’d explained about a major problem I battle with when it comes to trying to write lengthier works – about getting so far along and getting discouraged or pulled out of the mood or looking at another unfinished and deciding that’s the one to focus on…. or decide all of it sucks and start something afresh – which gets so far only to join the growing population on the Island of Unfinished Tales – so then she sort of took over and said as my unofficial agent, my number one concern would be to pick one and stay on it until it was completed and not to dare look at or think of another until then.
Well I did that. And got into it. And witnessed being the creator and developer of a rather decent tale if I dare say so – in fact a world was being built where many tales would want to perform. All of a sudden, well, things didn’t work out and we had to come back here and I’ve fallen back in the same old circular rut; already shipped off a few new residents to Island of Unfinished Tales. Try not to wallow in an If Only puddle but it’s a damn wide puddle. Well aint’ this a cheerful post.