It much pretty sums up my feelings today. No matter how pleasant the road, there are times I feel like Chrissie staring the window of airplane: not knowing where I'm going, not knowing where I've been, and not knowing how I got to where I am at present.
During my re-writes for When the Perfect Comes(Release date 10/6), I keep stumbling over lines Varian said and I realize I put a lot of coded message in my books to ME.
It's hard to know which direction to go when you can't ever see the direction you are going. I wonder if other other authors go back through their work and realize that they were all along just trying to tell themselves a few things.
I don't know. It's strange, but me.