I am conceding defeat to my muse and to A Taste of Tears and Blood. The werewolf story has kicked my ass and I and throwing it aside. For whatever reason I can not make decent progress on the short story and any more effort spent on it will simply be wasted.
In addition to that muse in my ear simply will NOT shut-up about Cawdor. My mind returns to the plots and characters like a pundit to a scandal. My mind refuses to let go and let me work on other things. So be it. I’m throwing myself fully into my next novel, Cawdor.
It’s time for Mutiny, Murder, and Madness.
Defeat is my view. You to make sure you view of writing is different than mine. I call it defeat because I had set myself against to story, determined to make sure it wasn’t going to become one of my many unfinished stories.
Do we really have to use the word “defeat?” My concentration floated off of Gringo and I’m now writing about Recovery Gnomes but I hate to think Gringo defeated me. How about we call it, “more pressing inspiration?” Or in my case impending delirium…