but suddenly now, he's flying again! woo-hoo!
so what happened?
i sure would like to say i found the perfect way to inspire him to fabulous feats of fiction fabrication. but the actual truth is, he took this long car trip and didn't have anything to do but think.
and there's lots of crud-zongo stuff going on in the world that he didn't want to think about, and while he might have thought about his girlfriends, then he would have been wishing we were along for the ride, so instead he decided to knuckle down and think about his book.
and when he got back, he had solved a whole bunch of problems he had been having with the story, and since then he's been breezing along.
nice!
which now maybe makes me think, have i been kind of stuck for a while too? and maybe could i get myself unstuck pretty easy if i would just put myself in a position where the only cool thing to do is think through what i'm stuck about?
is it maybe as simple as just saying, "okey doke, let's do this thing!" and pushing forward?
let's see if I can give it a try.
xoxo,
claire
