The inner workings of a troubled mind.

The sky is the limit? Yes, yes it is.

So I've had my fill of wine. I am back with a cup of tea and a new revelation about my writing. No more rules. Rules hold me back (creatively that is)
I've decided to change a few things my character will do in my next chapter. I was on the fence with this for a while and that indecisiveness is what's stopping me from writing past the fifth paragraph. I think I have a problem accepting the fact that I am writing fiction and what happens in my story does not necessarily have to match what happens or might happen in reality. Most of the time when I am writing, I think, 'I would never do that, that is insane and unrealistic', but in the story it totally fits so I'm rolling with it. No matter how uneasy it makes me, I continue to write. Now I just need to convince myself that the sky is the limit and roll with it.