The writing life, I am learning, operates best on the action of selecting. Character traits. The color of the rug. To lisp or not to lisp? First names, last names and nicknames. Who is the liar? Counting adverbs. Are you a Good Witch or a Bad Witch? There are days where I just want to stare at all the colors, shapes, flaws and negative space within the writing craft to avoid making a selection. But such an avoidance is, in itself, a selection; a type of hoarding that won’t carry the plot to its conclusion. Chapters 4 & 5 in “Foolishly Free” required an extra dose of selecting. More than I care to remember, but now, they are posted.
What are you selecting?