I’ve been struggling with my new novel and have written the first chapter about four times in four different voices. I plotted out the original a good six months ago, but there was something about it that wasn’t grabbing me. So I began playing with it ad nauseum.  Today I told a couple of friends about the FIRST idea, gave some general background, and plot twists, and the more I talked about it out loud, the more I remembered why I liked it! So now I’m moving forward. Whew, that feels good.

Or maybe not.

No wonder writers drink.