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?