Je suis perdu

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I feel a little lost again, writing-wise. I was kind of excited by all of the support Loch Raven generated. I even sat down and hammered out an outline for the rest of the book, and managed to finish the last chapter I wrote. I've got tons and tons of lovely little scenes waiting to be written, images in my mind that need to be put into words.

But still I can't get Ghosts of Fallen Leaves out of my head. It might have something to do with the fact that it has dominated my creative mind for the past two/three years. If my fingers were on the keyboard, they were undoubtedly working on Ghosts. I must have made a billion ebooks of the thing just so I could review the story on my Nook. Countless hours were spent scouring the internet looking for something to use as a cover. Money was spent, for Christ's sake. 

And when I go to bed at night, it's the story that pops into my head. I mull it over and over again, imagine scenes and refine dialog, all while I should be falling asleep. 

I'm still obsessed. The plot for book two is taunting me and last night was the first time in a few weeks that I really really wanted to start working on it. I might still work on it. Who knows what tomorrow will bring? Or tonight? Or the next minute, for that matter?

I'm not confident enough in myself to work on two stories at the same time. I worry that the voices will meld and part of the reason why Loch Raven exists is because it was supposed to be the anti-Ghosts (to a point, anyway). The last thing I need is for Willa to start sounding like Becca. They're different people. (Who probably wouldn't get along, now that I think about it... They have absolutely nothing in common.) 

I guess I'll just have to ruminate. And stop writing blog posts just for the heck of it. In the meantime, here's something French(Canadian) for you. The song was inspired by The Little Prince, a book I hated. The song is catchy as hell, though. I love singing it in my butchered French. The sheep crack me up.