I feel for one of my characters. . . in fact, I think I am so close to him that I’m not sure if I can write about him just yet.
I finally have a open window to work on him, and now I am too close.
Grrr. One would think that it would help me . . . inspire me.
However I am torn and stuck in my own life, so is my character stuck in an frozen snow globe of thought.
I feel like I got up the tree, but now I cannot get down.
I think it will clear up on it’s own.