I’ve been so consumed with plotting and re-writes the past two weeks that I’ve barely read anything for fun. I’ve gone back to ground zero and have been reading a lot of books on plotting and characterization. Next month will be two years since I first published Finding Lily. I’m excited by how well the re-write is going, how much I love these characters. How I can’t wait to finish the re-write and truly do these characters justice.
This morning, I sat down on the couch with my first coffee of the day, curled my legs up underneath me and turned on the television. I’ve been slowly re-watching Felicity as a way to just disconnect and turn off my brain for a few moments.
I’ve been overthinking everything lately. Needless to say, it’s leaving me exhausted.
If you don’t know me in real life you likely wouldn’t know that I’m pretty anti-social. I went to a new hair stylist on Friday, and was legitimately nervous walking in because small talk stresses me out. She was perfectly nice, don’t get me wrong, but I was on edge the whole time.
I’m pretty shy when I first meet people. I’m careful about what I say, worried about how I come off, and desperate, desperate, for things to get past the point of small talk. I want to get into the meat of a friendship. That’s where the real beauty is.