I would rather be a failure than a coward. You only fail if you try . . . and I refuse to be afraid to try. To be honest, though, I’m a little afraid of success. Because things would change.

Is that odd?

In story-related news, I finished a scene on the Isabelle story that was bothering me over Christmas, and I added a little more to it today.

The big news is: I just have to write the climax and resolution, and then I can ask people to help me edit. Because the first draft will be done. And it’s a mighty decent draft, because Alex has been reading as I write and pointing out little things that I need to fix.

Isn’t it exciting?