Never a statement I’d associate with myself – but here we are and there it is.

This isn’t a reference to the tragedy of anorexia – and my sympathy goes out to those that struggle.

No, this missive relates to a relatively new phenomenon (for me) of multiple WIP.

As a rule of thumb, I’ve applied my scatter gun approach to one tale at a time.

I write out of sequence, create random segments that are born orphans but are eventually adopted.

I scribble an ending and work haphazardly towards this point.

But for reasons unknown, and some known, I’ve been spinning multiple plates for a while now.

What was an attempted solution to “writers block” has now become a millstone in its own right. 

And with some begrudged acknowledgement of irony, I’m now ‘stuck’ with the originating problem with all these little WIP.

So, which one is my favourite child, which one to we work on, which ones do we set aside?

In a world of real problems, I can rejoice in the triviality that are mine.

Stay safe, keep the faith, and try to remain sane!