I'm in a really tripped out place right now. I have all these plots running around in my head, all of them with a huge amount of promise. As a writer that is a good thing. But for me, right now, probably not so much.

You see I finished THH-it may need a little more polish, but over all it's done. I need to feel free of it, yet at the same time, I need it to be the best it can be. From the beginning, I feared I wouldn't be worthy of this story needing to be told. Yesterday, I felt good. Relieved. Felt as if I could move on. Somewhere between 1:00 a.m. and 8:00 a.m. I did a 180. I'm freaking, the doubts are crashing in like a grapefruit size hailstorm, which means I will yet again hit THH this week. You know, just to make sure.

Beside that fact that THH won't let go(visa versa), I have started heavily into THO, the third in my series. No, the second isn't finished. Why, you ask? Well I'm not even sure, except that I've come to some things in the third book that will make a difference in the second. Things I didn't quite have flushed out at the time. I'm still not even sure they are flushed to where I want them.

I also have this plot that came to me. Actually it was a flash of a scene that was so vivid it was beyond real. In the last several days, I've been bombarded with this repeated theme. It's like I have to write this story.

Juggling all these stories typically wouldn't be a big deal, other than I'm wallowing in self-doubt. However, and in case you don't know, I homeschool my kids, so we are fighting our way back into the swing of things. Dental appointments, music lessons, and cyclic illnesses reaching their cycles make things a little hard for the transition to move smoothly.

On top of all that, I start my own set of full-time classes come next Monday. The good news, I love literature and geography. Those classes I'm hoping will be very enjoyable. I'm a little nervous about Comp II, funny coming from a writer. Then there is Algebra, I didn't get in high school. I hope my brain has developed some sort of math abilities over the last 20 years. (oops gave my age) One thing I know now that I didn't then, is my tendency to reverse numbers. Being aware should (fingers crossed) help.

In all reality I could be tripping on--well everything. And the kids are choosing to fight and nitpick about anything and everything. You'd think after having a wonderful fantabulous Christmas, they'd count their blessings and be thankful.

I'm sure my doubt is just a phase and it'll pass in a day or two, but for now, just know if y'all come looking for me, I'm in a cave hiding.