Can one tiptoe bravely?

After brazenly barging right into a new book and demanding in no uncertain terms to write it, I now find myself tiptoeing about.

Eyes only to the immediate target (i.e. outline, character sketches, plot arc), I move toward each point in guarded steps, afraid of setting off gruesomely familiar mines of doubt.

Yep, coward here.

A melodramatic one, at that.

But, remember, cowards can be the unlikeliest of heroes.

The most unexpected of victors.

Even, us, melodramatic ones, right?

Until tomorrow…

Chloe