WIP Wednesday… Ghost of a Chance…

I thought I had better update my progress today before my muse and/or madness put an end to my struggles.

I think I mentioned last week that there was a serious problem with the plot of my work in progress, Ghost of a Chance. Despite all the patience in the world and several brainstorming sessions, I don’t think I am getting anywhere. Fast.

In fact, the more I study it, I keep finding other problems too. Of course, none of this is supposed to be happening before the end is written, but probably better now than later. At the close of play yesterday (I am joking by the way) there seems to be three muddles. The major one, where a crucial moment seems to have happened far too late in the story, and second, I seem to have written the same conversation in at least three chapters. Added to this list is a character I seem to have forgotten all about.

I almost concluded that the bin was the best place for it, but luckily, my stubborn streak wouldn’t let me do it.

On a more positive note, I have managed to isolate one particular chapter, and if it can be sorted out, will point the way to a satisfactory outcome.

So, this is my target for this afternoon… and unbelievably, I am looking forward to it!

This is the working cover for Ghost of a Chance…

Macro Monday… Optimism?

Starting the week the way we mean to go on…

We have shoved all my doubt and uncertainty into a bag and hidden it behind the settee.

The sun will shine every day and the only thoughts in our heads will be good ones.

By the end of the week, we hope to feel more like our younger selves, all guns blazing and our confidence shining like beacons…

Culminating in a long-awaited family day out on Friday to visit some interesting ruins.

Having said all that, just watch out if someone (or something) tries to ruin our week!

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt ~ Connector ~ #Poetry

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Connector – Sept. 23, 2021

Image by PIRO4D from Pixabay
A large moon overshadows the lighthouse
The iron bridge stands testimony to time
Ghosts linger, waiting for the day
Someone finds their story
Hidden in the lighthouse
They pray for the day 
it is found and put into print
This they believe will free their souls
I remember my grandfather 
telling me a few of the stories
I don’t believe they will find freedom in print
It would condemn them further
Their deeds too horrendous to spell out here
They must find a different way
To cross the bridge to salvation…

© Anita Dawes 2021