I’ve gone back to a story I’ve been struggling with, on and off, for five years, which is the longest incubation time of any of my books.
The words are a struggle, the format’s a struggle, the voice is a struggle and the audience is a struggle. I’ve changed my mind so many times with all the above that I now feel like I’m going around in circles, going backwards (or losing it altogether.)
My head is spinning with this story and it won’t stop hammering away at me. I will get there, I will, I will, but it’s not going to be tomorrow.
And just in case you’re wondering . . . of course it’s about an animal.