Circling

I feel like I’m circling around the heart of the book. It feels good, really. I’ve got some 30 or 40 pages put back together, but it’s obviously not started in exactly the right place. I feel like I’m out in the ocean, riding small waves into shore as a trial while the rest of the storm brews. I can feel their strength building, though.

This morning an idea came along to me and leveraged several more. This afternoon it was all I could do to not drop the day-job stuff and work out the rough edges of the idea.

It was a tasty wave.

And as a zen master once said, “All I need are some tasty waves, a cool buzz, and I’m fine.”