Into the Fire

When I froze up writing my first and only mystery/police procedural, Race, I started another novel. I didn't freeze up on that one but went back to write some more on Race. I froze up again because I was terrified of making stupid errors that, should a law enforcement office ever read the book, they would throw it across the room after rolling their eyes. This with the sterling help of a detective at that time who emailed me through my fears and struggles with easy-to-understand instructions on procedures. On that second freeze, I started yet another novel. Finally, after many words in each of those other two novels, I went back and finished Race, then the next book I'd started (Seeing . . . ) and then the next one ( . . . in a love song). 

So. I'm frozen solid on my current novel at roughly 60K words into it. Should I attempt to start another one? 

Monday . . . musings . . . 

Father, here I am again, asking for assistance. You know apart from you, I can do nothing. Help me, Lord. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.