Doubt Creeps In
On little cat feet? No, I don't think so. I'm at about 9.5k words for the NaNovel, and the doubt is more like a hydra in the dark corner of my mind. I think I am safe until the candlelight catches it. I just get a glimpse, but it's enough to make me want to run screaming.
I tell myself it isn't there, that the corner is empty, but I know it isn't. And the hydra starts to come out and I freeze and I scream and I grab my double-headed battle axe and make with the chopping. I chop and I chop and then when I stop, that's when I remember that hydras grow new heads, three to each one you lop off.
So I'm stuck in a basement all covered with gore and faced with a beast with a good twelve heads or more.
It seems the only possible options are give up and die, or try to make peace, and I can't die just yet. I got work to do.
I tell myself it isn't there, that the corner is empty, but I know it isn't. And the hydra starts to come out and I freeze and I scream and I grab my double-headed battle axe and make with the chopping. I chop and I chop and then when I stop, that's when I remember that hydras grow new heads, three to each one you lop off.
So I'm stuck in a basement all covered with gore and faced with a beast with a good twelve heads or more.
It seems the only possible options are give up and die, or try to make peace, and I can't die just yet. I got work to do.
