Wow. I’ve written myself to a point where I’m just like a reader. In suspense and don’t know what exactly is going to happen next. I know the story but how to tell it? I’m stuck. This is becoming much more of an adventure than I thought. I started with a character, a situation and a setting all of which I know, but: blank page now and to make it go on, what? Handwriting, I start a possible scene, doesn’t matter, could be rubbish, just START. Only when I write the scene do I find out what I know and what I don’t know and where/how it might go next.
I love and fear and hate the unknowing. Only by writing do I know the unknown which then leads me to the knowing. Notes from the edge: you are on this adventure with me.