I’d been to the coffee shop, typing, writing a new novel. I love writing new novels, letting the ideas jump out of my head and into a document. They’re often crazy, and I frequently struggle to get it right on the digital pages.
Reaching home, talking with my wife, I shook my head. “I really wrote some weird stuff today.” I was honestly baffled. “It wasn’t planned at all. I don’t know where it’s going.”
It scared me, too. My nerves were screaming, that stuff is all so crazy. And it was completely contrary to what I’d planned. Yet, you know, it felt right.
That night, I awoke thinking about what I’d written and how it had ended. Suddenly, lights went on in my head. The dark and twisted path of the plot and story that I could barely seen was brightly illuminated. I knew what to write next, and abruptly comprehended the novel’s full course. At least for now.
Who the hell knows how it’ll change? It’s all a mystery to me. I’m just the writer.
Michael Seidel, writer 
don’t overthink it, just let the words do the work. It’s magic when that happens, isn’t it
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LOL. Thanks, Judy, but that’s like telling my ol’ cat Tucker not to go for a piece of chicken. He’ll try but his nature will win and he’ll try for the chicken. In the same way, I must overthink all facets of existence. Cheers
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