Now I am counting. I am seeing that I have plunged into a story and I have limited time and words to resolve the issues I have unleashed. I look around home and see this job and that job that needs doing, and I am having to push them to one side and say, no, you are not getting done just now. Wait, I will deal with you later. I am conscious of the pathway that leads from me to the novel, and I am just keeping that clear. Everything else may have to step back.
And even this is just a proxy for the real issue. Where am I going with this story? And if I were clear about that, then how am I going to get there?
Outside the novel, and outside the house, there are jobs that do need to be done, and there are problems that do need to be sorted out, and I think about the time it may take to sort them out. I am conscious of the temptations of pressure and anxiety. I stop and renew my resolve. Can a person do that? Yes, and again.
And at this stage in the novel, there are encounters for which I am not sure I am prepared. I gather up my power, weighing yin and yang to see through and prevail. I know that persevering will not be good enough; I need to prevail.The image: yin and yang. I see what to strike for, how to conjure.