put it away 'til you're old and gray…
Well, maybe not that long.
A few days ago, I was “correcting” items in my latest short story when something hit me – I was losing myself in the trees of this beautiful forest I’d been planting. By taking an axe to some branches here and some stumps there, I was doing harm and anyone in an airplane looking down would say, “There’s the occasional pretty grouping of trees but that forest is pretty scattered.”
That’s when I decided to take Stephen King’s advice and just step away for awhile. I fought back my fear and finally started my novel. I’ll work on that for a little while until I forget my short story. I want to come back to it with fresh eyes and see a new, but familiar tale.