I think one of the scariest feelings is anticipation. It creeps up on you and smacks you in the face when you least expect it. I am deep in the beginning planning stages of my novel, and quite happy with how things are progressing.
Happy to the point where I feel anticipation. And Im barely in the planning stage. The plot resonates with something inside my head thats going ‘hey this actually isnt too bad’, and even Im anticipating this to be somewhat good.
Perhaps Im getting overconfident, but hopefully not. Its not my usual cocky brand of self confidence… its an almost scary feeling of what this could turn into later down the track. Already alternate plots (which I plan on integrating into the main storyline) are springing up in my head, as well as prequel and sequels to this trilogy…
This is the shortest blog post Ive done so far (I think), as this is more a status update of how things are going and feeling right now… And it scares the living crap out of me.
Til next time!