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Losing the Breadcrumb Trail....

Where do we go when we've lost our way....

How do we find our path again....

Somewhere, a few months ago, before I started these blog challenges, I left behind a manuscript that was barely halfway finished. Now I want, nay need, to finish it, but, the distance created by the challenges and other 'life stuff' getting in the way, have made it difficult to jump back into the story. It was already a complicated piece to start with, now the added distance is making the return to my story unbearably difficult....

I know I scattered a breadcrumb trail somewhere around here, but, it looks like some hungry birds may have decided to gobble up that trail *sigh*

Who do you stop and ask directions of when it's your own mind you're lost in?

And, how do you get the stupid birds to leave your breadcrumbs alone??

Wait.... looks like somebody's lurking in the distance.... maybe she'll know where I left my story in this mess of a forest....

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  1. Good luck with that. I'm still looking for parts of myself I left along the way!

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  2. Hmmm . . . I say just go for it. Many times I've looked at partially completed stories and wondered where in the world I was going with the plot. Read over what you have and just keep going with whatever you think now, don't worry about those breadcrumbs. They're probably stale anyway. :)

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  3. @Li-- here's hoping we both find ourselves :-)

    @Janel-- you're probably right about the breadcrumbs being stale.... the ruddy birds can have them as far as I'm concerned....

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