I went out Saturday morning, fully intending to write something else as misia had advised. I sat down with several ideas. That's one of my writing issues. Some writers have problems coming up with ideas. That's not me. I have too many ideas to accomplish in the time I eke out between parenting, boyfriending, working, studying, and what I'm doing right this second (holding on the line for my idiot bank!) I have a zillion ideas. I need more time.
So I sat down in a comfy chair at Halcyon coffee shop early Saturday morning, armed with a frothy drink and a few stories ripe for revision - The Smell of Rain, 24D, Everything Must Go! Before I read these, I decided to read over The Aisle one more time, just to put my thoughts in order.
Oscar Casares told me something I never really understood until Saturday: when you're done with a piece, you'll move the same comma back and forth about 5 times. As I read my draft, I started erasing all the notes I'd written the previous day, which were themselves reversals of other notes. I was done. I can't describe the feeling. I'd said everything I wanted to say. My previous roadblock wasn't a roadblock at all - I've just never written so completely before. I just hope it's good.
Now, I plan to send the manuscript out to a few folks and get comments. Even if it needs work, I won't work on it again for a bit. I need to think about something besides tampons.