A few days later, I've edited the chapter in question in the last entry, so the delimma about whether to go forward or rewrite in process was answered, in part. I am still mulling over this edit, still pondering whether I want to do more with it, less, or forge on. A few key words keep rolling around, and I keep thinking about them. "Perfect, creepy, shut up." Those words mean something to me. They are markers for changes I'm thinking about making, yet again, to these pages before I let it go and move on.
Am I stalling, terrified to let go of this nice chunk, this solid ground, to slip into the fliud, no-road-map territory of what comes next? Probably. Procrastinating, using the excuse of perfecting the finished to avoid the rough, uncharted, no-outline, scary proposition of following the headlights through the dark.
But it still calls to me. "Perfect, creepy, shut up." Needed elements, or stall tactic?