I'm at one of those awful and awfully exciting times when I'm ready to work on a new project.
It always fills me with a little bit of fear and dread, the thought of commitment, especially for my Gemini mind.
Now of course I don't just have one idea I want to work on, but two that feel semi-good. Neither of them easy. Then out of the blue another sneaks into my head, poof like it's the cleverest thing in the world (I'm sure it's not. Sneaky little bugger) like I'll have time for it. Like I'll have time for the other two. The truth is I'm no fast writer and the hardest word for me is the first.
Ugh. Decisions, decisions. How in the world does one know which direction to take when there's that large fork blocking your view?