SInglemindedness

There is this precept concerning "single mindedness" or being singularly focused with respect to personal progress or as I believe "receiving" from my Creator. And for me - it is a rare moment when all the toddlers in my cranium are facing forward - usually this happens when food is involved or there is a need to find a bathroom. But for the most part - I'm working constantly to maintain equilibrium and at least the veneer of outward focus. So why now in the middle of my mom's "legacy issues" the knock down drag out I'm having with cortisol production, the looming exodus of spawn and FC (the spare and bride are fledging and migrating) the brain goes "ooh ooh - here's a novel idea and three characters and a plot line and the beginning scene and the ending scene and the main character is a female, no male - we can write like a dude right? and he has a free roaming pet iguana - trust me it's pivotal to the storyline and here's his backstory because that's really important SHUT UP! The only thing worse than an internal editor is the internal novelist with a new idea. The plan has been to build a platform over the next six months - to submit as much poetry and shorts as possible starting in december - and then queries for Ephesus - which is edited and polished - starting in June. No new books were even on the radar nor were they desired. And yet? There's this dude named Axel and his pet iguana running through my head (no. He's not a rocker. And the iguana is very well behaved. That's pivotal to the storyline) I need help. And nachos.