I must apologize for accidentally publishing my chapters of Brutus in the wrong order this morning… I know this is not the Actual confession, but I’ll get to that in a moment, so don’t get your panties in a bunch.

As my Live Novel Fridays are supposed to be only one Chapter at a time on the draft board, I must briefly confess that I had an extra chapter sitting in the lobby, so to speak. I got so excited that I wrote ahead, thinking I could keep things straight on the draft board… bad idea, as we can clearly see today. This little oopsie opened up a huge can of worms in my procrastination department. Truth be told, it’s all that prompts fault!

My true reason for writing this note to you, is to call myself on the carpet… draw a line in the sand, so to speak, regarding a task that I have been trying to tortoise along, when it shouts for Wiwohka to arise, carrying it through to completion! When Live Novel Friday was first created, its framework had enabled the completion of a very painful story to unfold, SLOWLY… disclosing self truths can be difficult and must take time in the telling.

While the old framework worked well for that book, Brutus requires much much more. As I was walking this morning, it dawned on me that I had posted the wrong chapter… causing my brain to scramble for a way to fix things. I quickly realized several things, one of which was the fact that it was out there… no going back! Damage control stepped in next, seeking to make it look like I meant to do that! Finally, I came to realize that I have somehow managed to shove that Raging Roaring Water of my spirit down the throat of an unsuspecting turtle!

When Brutus was born within my mind, I thought I had an idea of what I was doing with his story. Brutus and all the ones within his world began to take on a life of their own. I have been using the old tortoise writing style out of trepedation… hiding behind only one chapter a week, and trying to stuff the rest of what is exploding in my mind into a file to finish later.

It ends here!

As I stand here on this beach, preparing to leave the shores of expectations, I am terrified of the unknown and yet compelled to sail there… to gather up all I discover out there and bring it alive for you, as it unfolds to this storyteller!

If you spot my tiny craft out on the water, and I am not to be found… do not fear, for I am simply beneath you, down in the depths within some long forgotten Library of old, gathering clues to where my journey will lead me next…

I believe so much in Brutus that I am going to set sail on this story, and while I cannot say how much I will write from week to week, I am pulling out all of my literary stops, and I am leaving that old anchor of doubt, fear and procrastination right here on the beach. Brutus and Jarl both deserve so much and though I don’t even know all of their story yet, I will just write it as it comes… all of it… for I will walk by faith that it’s all in there waiting to spring forth.

I am a disclaimer, and self tattler by nature, but I think you may have figured that out by now. I did that tattling part, and now I will do the disclaimer part. Please do not think that I am expecting you to drop everything and hang on my every word, because I’m not! Read it when you wish, if you wish… no biggie. I chose to just write this all out here, instead of pulling the novel and putting in some easy reading stuff. I care about you all as if you were family, and I want to share my journey, and Brutus’ journey, with those I care about.

You guys and gals are so valuable to me on this venture, as I know that you will hold my feet to the fire and not let me out of finishing this task in which I can no longer procrastinate over…

It is Time! I push off of these familiar shores, sailing for Narsyth… to bring to life a dragon with the heart of a man…