...That's What She Said

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“A short story is a different thing all together - a short story is like a kiss in the dark from a stranger.” ~Stephen King

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IWSG: Nothing to see here, move along...




Thank goodness for First Wednesdays... and thanks to Alex J. Cavanaugh, it's the day we insecure writers come together to share our pitfalls and inspirations.  To learn more and read other's posts, click the photo link!

Hello again, dear IWSG members... Instead of sharing an insecurity about my writing (or lack thereof) for September, I'm going to share this:  At the present moment, I only have doubt in my ability to be of service to anyone who follows my blog... I worry that I've taken what few readers I have for granted.  And because of that, this is going to be my shortest post in the history of my blogging.  Instead of sharing thoughts here on my own blog, I intend to spend the next couple of days visiting as many other IWSG posts as I can and leaving comments on each blog I read.  If you've stopped by in hopes of more substance, I offer my sincerest apologies... but I promise there will be more reading for you to do soon. Interesting things have been happening, though documentation of those things can wait.  For now, please join me by hopping to as many other IWSG posts as you can!


IWSG: Your First




Thank goodness for First Wednesdays... and thanks to Alex J. Cavanaugh, it's the day we insecure writers come together to share our pitfalls and inspirations.  To learn more and read other's posts, click the photo link!

Well hello out there, fellow bloggers! I can't imagine that too many of you are glued to your screens this week, as everyone I know seems to be packing up and taking a trip due to the four day holiday weekend.  Sadly, I had to cancel my trip home to Florida (see prior posts)... [whomp, whomp]. But on the bright side, I will now have the opportunity to check out some of the local festivities that I would have missed otherwise. One of my favorite memories takes place on a beach on the fourth of July, as I counted the fireworks in Spanish with my grandparent's summer guest, an orphan from Mexico.  This scene will be featured in my memoir style novel (yes, still in progress), so I'll talk more about that in a future insecurity post, I'm sure!

In the meantime, every single one of you is probably familiar with Ernest Hemingway's quote, "The first draft of anything is sh*t." If that statement is 100% accurate, then I've been sitting on the "S" word for nearly six months... and it's starting to reek.  I'm not going to lie, I've had zero motivation to edit my sci-fi short story.  Worse yet, I don't want to give it to any critique partners because I wanted to at least share a second draft, not my first.  My first is literally stream-of-consciousness writing.  I could only imagine the red ink that would come back from someone's critique analysis.  I desperately want to share it with someone after I've at least made some of the improvements that I am already aware of.  So... I guess my question is this:  How many of you let someone read the first draft of your work... that very first, steaming mess of words that you just know isn't your best?  If not, at what point do you share?  And how do you feel about Hemingway's famous quote?


IWSG: No press, but depress(ed)




Thank goodness for First Wednesdays... and thanks to Alex J. Cavanaugh, it's the day we insecure writers come together to share our pitfalls and inspirations.  To learn more and read other's posts, click the photo link!

*Ahem* Hi there.  It's me again... long, lost Tanya... attempting to post something before being banished forever from the IWSG.  One writer I sincerely admire once said something to the effect of me not posting very often, but when I do it really means something.  I hope that's true... not so much that tonight's entry will be a life-changing prolific event, by any means.  But I do hope it means something to someone somewhere, perhaps even will be helpful in some way.  I know I cannot be alone in my thoughts, so why not share them and see if I can spark inspiration from the depths of what will hopefully not sound like a pity party.

I avoided the blogosphere in April like the plague.  Sure, March was a busy month with family visits and birthday junk... but the only excuse I thought I had for April was shame.  If I'd committed myself to it, I could have done the A-Z challenge.  I probably would have had fun and been pretty proud of myself, too.  But no, I was too busy, too distracted, too tired... even far too exhausted to participate in supporting my fellow bloggers with commentary... or so I thought.  Then along came May.  My band of misfit employees rallied together with insubordination and disrespect when I hired a team lead from outside the company. This caused a reduction in staff and long hours for me to pick up the slack. Once again, I told myself that after working 10+ hours at the office and then being on mom duty was just too much and there was no way I could make time to write. Of course, after getting the little one down for the count, I'd spend an hour lying in bed in the dark with the light blue glow of my iPhone illuminating my face.  What was I doing every night?  Lurking on Facebook and Instagram.  Lamenting over the social circle I left behind in Florida over a year ago.  Feeling like a sad, lonely voyeur... when I could have been writing.

Now it's June (yikes!) and it wasn't until today when a random someone left me a comment on my last post... from April (yikes again!) that the source of my trouble revealed its true identity.  The comment said that I must not love writing first, or I'd have made time for it.  Tanya Tip: The best way to get me to do something is to challenge me that I can't.  And so, that was my inadvertent wake-up call.  I've thought about it all day.  Could it be true that I really don't love writing?  Is it not actually one of my passions? What is my problem?  Then I got a text on my way home from a Florida friend complaining about her baby continuously pooping in the bath tub, which cracked me up and made my heart sink all at once.  I had laughed at the humor in the situation, but I was not happy to hear from my friend.  Just like I couldn't feel happiness for all those social media posts I'd "liked" but didn't put forth the effort into making actual comments as to why.  I just felt sad.  Then I realized I felt depressed.  And then I realized that I've been depressed for a while.  Depression isn't something you know you have until it's pretty well set in.  And depression isn't a feeling.  It's a state of mind that prevents you from feeling... anything... even finding joy in the things you love the most, something that I'd mistaken for simply being sad and nostalgic for my friends.  Instead, you just pass through life from day to day, remembering what it used to be like to feel things and not understanding the fact that you aren't feeling things in the present.  I think that acknowledging depression is the first step in recovering from it and finding yourself again, but I also think that exploring your state of mind and expressing what caused it will help the feelings return.  So either, I'll write to rediscover my feelings or I'll start feeling my love of writing as it happens.  Either way, the stalemate ends tonight.  Thank you, IWSG.


IWSG: April Challenges



Thank goodness for First Wednesdays... and thanks to Alex J. Cavanaugh, it's the day we insecure writers come together to share our pitfalls and inspirations.  To learn more and read other's posts, click the photo link!

Who's feeling like an April Fool for not participating in the A - Z challenge this month?  This gal, right here.  My contribution to IWSG this month won't be inspiration to others this time around, unfortunately.  Instead, I'm wallowing in a slump of insecurity about my abilities to commit to writing... this blog, or otherwise. 

In the last three months, I took a little time away from blogging to work on editing my completed sci-fi short that clocks in at about 7,000 words.  Then, all heck broke loose at work.  So, after nine hours of non-stop stress at the office, an hour in traffic, mom duty, puppy duty and clean-up... these last few weeks I haven't mustered the energy to even sit down at the computer, let alone type something at the end of the night.  What about the weekends?  Ah yes... those... well, first my mother was in town, then my hub's best friend, then it was my birthday... 

So, dear blogging friends, how do all of you find the time to dedicate so much of yourselves to your writing, to your readers... just to yourself? At this point, I'll take any and all the advice I can get!


IWSG: Your Craft


Thank goodness for First Wednesdays... and thanks to Alex J. Cavanaugh, it's the day we insecure writers come together to share our pitfalls and inspirations.  To learn more and read other's posts, click the photo link!

For anyone following my slow progress, I am still editing my first work of science fiction.  Over the past few IWSG posts, I've received some great feedback to calm my insecurities as well as a couple of comments that have spun a few of them into overdrive. I suppose that's what happens when you ask for honest critiques, and it's not always a bad thing. For better or worse, they make you think... and thinking about your work is good.  The problem occurs when too much thinking leads to questioning your written voice. For this round, I'm going to do my best to share some inspiration that I've been tossing around in my head over the last month. 

Just as an example, I learned a lot from the commentary being posted to competing stories in last year's Write Club challenge, but there were some voters offering up personal preferences instead of sharing unbiased critiquing. One such scenario was advice as to the tense used in a piece. Some people prefer to write in first person narrative, others in third, and others in a plethora of variations. One thing I've given some thought to is the definition of one's writing craft.  Your craft is personal and any manner in which you purposely use words to display your ideas should be considered your signature.  If you use first person narrative on purpose to make your point hit home, then it doesn't matter that I prefer a different style. Moreover, if you use all caps to make a statement and you purposely use it consistently throughout your writing, then who are we to tell you that it isn't grammatically correct?  Do you love semicolons and oxford commas? You do? Well, then by all means, use them if it lends to your craft! And hey look, I just used an exclamation point!  I bet you've read some writing books that tell you not to... but I say, listen to you heart... and always stay true to your craft.  Your writing is meant to define you.  You are what you write.  Never let one critique create doubt in the style that represents your voice.  Your editor will help you sell your book... just be careful not to sell your soul.  There's a big difference between correcting grammar to reflect skillful writing and completely changing the fundamental style that makes you, well... "you".  I suppose that's my long-winded way of saying that we should never make a change unless it feels right and true to our own personal craft.  Happy writing!

IWSG: Learning to Share



It's a new year, but luckily, traditions carry over... thanks to Alex J. Cavanaugh, we insecure writers come together to share our pitfalls and inspirations on the first Wednesday of every month.  To learn more, click the photo link.

My first IWSG installment is going to be a brief one, mainly because I won't be able to hop around to everyone else's posts to offer support and draw inspiration until the weekend after I've gotten some rest... that's right, if you actually read my previous post, you'll know that I'm still recovering from some minor brain trauma and the computer screen is not my best friend right now.  That being said, I do have an insecurity to share and I'll stop back by in a few days to participate with a little more gusto. My question for those much farther along in their pursuit of becoming a published author is this: Where/how/when do you find good critique partners? I've finally completed one of my WIPs and I'm doing my first round of editing on the first draft. At what point to you take this work, this thing of your own creation, and just trustingly hand it over to someone? And where do you find that someone (or someones)... how many should there be?

Cheers, Cavanaugh Blogfest!


There are a lot of blog fests happening this holiday season, but so far, only one has stood out enough to compel me to join in.  In the spirit of giving, and more specifically giving thanks, who better to say "Cheers" to than a member of the blogosphere who has created a safe haven for aspiring writers, published writers and even dabblers to all come together and provide one another with monthly support?  I do my very best to post on the first Wednesday of every month for IWSG, and sometimes it's that deadline alone that keeps me from completely losing track of my blog when life gets hectic... and generally the encouragement I receive just from those posts alone is what keeps me writing.  And so, today is the day we all gather to collectively shower the founder of such a special networking blog hop with thanks, praise and possibly even severe embarrassment: Mr. Alex J. Cavanaugh a/k/a The Ninja Captain!  With a handful of followers (that I'm very thankful for) and only portions of writing projects completed, one might ask how I know Alex or why such a small spec in this blog circle would participate.  The answer is easy. I don't know him at all... but I'm joining in because Alex obviously cares about each and every writer he's connected to... even little ol' me. You can tell by the insane amount of commentary he leaves across hundreds of blogs throughout the month, as well as the thoughtful words he offers.  Alex is never generic, never fake, never rushed... it truly is amazing.  His words have meant a lot to me, so a public thank you is really the least I could do.

The rules of this blog fest are pretty simple... We all must complete the following:

1. In +/- 20 words, what does Alex look like? 

Like this, of course:













2. In +/- 20 words, who could play Alex in a documentary? (Living or dead.) 

Alex is so fast he cannot be caught on film, therefore, Morgan Freeman would have to play him via narration.

3. In +/- 20 words, who does Alex remind you of? 

I'd have to say my favorite high school journalism teacher who always took the time to give one-on-one advice to every student.

4. In +/- 100 words, (excluding the title) write flash fiction using all these prompts: 

Cavanaugh
Ninja
IWSG
Cosbolt
Guitar

An Insecure Future

The girl touched her finger to the square labeled "5" on the digital calendar, marking the end of the fifth day of December in the year 2096. She fell into her reading chair and reached for her guitar, intent on strumming away the day's stresses. Her elbow caught the end of the small stack of books that called her end table home, and her less than ninja-like reflexes were of no help. As she cursed lightly under her breath and stooped down to gather them up, the title of the most weathered cover caught her eye. Her father had given her his copy of CassaStar over ten years ago. Byron the Cosbolt pilot had been an icon of adventure to her growing up, but now, nearly a woman, she felt a special kinship with the lone soldier. After the loss of her father, she buried herself in the stories told by Alex J. Cavanaugh.  It wasn't until a year ago after researching the author a bit more that she discovered that he'd been the one that founded the infamous IWSG network nearly a hundred years before. Her desire to document her own struggles was fueled by the intergalactic support group that kept the written languages of thousands of different races alive. At times she felt as though fate had had put that old book in her hands instead of her father. She glanced up at the calendar again... it was Wednesday. Cursing a second time for the evening, she returned her beloved novels to the table with all thoughts of playing music forgotten... and rushed to log in to the reoccurring monthly meeting that gave her the courage to share with others.

For Bonus Points: 
In +/- 40 words, leave a comment for Mrs. Cavanaugh - thanking her for sharing.

Considering that I have such a hard time dedicating time to my own writing let alone generating support for my fellow bloggers due to a husband, kiddo, pets and job to cater to... and considering that my own spouse often competes with my writing for attention... I can only imagine that Mrs. Cavanaugh must be a saint.  Even if she's not Catholic.  Seriously.  Behind every great man, there is a great woman... and so I must thank you both for allowing this network of support and encouragement to keep on growing!


Want to read more tributes to Alex? 
Of course you do, so click here!

IWSG: The Finish Line


Well, it's that time once again... thanks to Alex J. Cavanaugh, we insecure writers come together to share our pitfalls and inspirations on the first Wednesday of every month.  To learn more, click the photo link.

Has it been a whole month already? It seems like only a week ago that I posted about my procrastination insecurities, which turned out to be pretty therapeutic, actually.  However, I must admit with some amount of shame that I have not touched my memoir style WIP.  Before anyone skips to the next IWSG blog for fear of this one launching into a thousand excuses, let me explain that I only put it aside to work on my sci-fi short instead. Despite encouragement and feedback that did me worlds of good, I had to switch gears.  Every time I sat down to compile my book, that unfinished short story loomed over me like a broken promise. Putting all procrastination aside, I finally made headway.  I am 75% done with my futuristic tale of a utopia gone wrong and I my goal is to be done editing it by Christmas. My only lingering insecurity now is in finishing... and then soliciting people to read my first full work in over a decade.  Sure, I've done well blogging and writing quick flash fiction... but a complete story, a final draft... to be judged and sent out into the world...  I can't help but wonder how that will impact my book of a completely different genre. I sincerely hope that my science fiction won't put a label on me or discourage anyone from reading my slightly embellished non-fiction. But worries shouldn't deter me... this story obviously wants to get out of my head or it wouldn't have been bothering me so much lately, right?

IWSG: Procrastination

Well, it's that time once again... thanks to Alex J. Cavanaugh, we insecure writers come together to share our pitfalls and inspirations on the first Wednesday of every month.  To learn more, click the photo link below:


Today's entry is probably going to be less inspirational than my last, but I feel that I should at least start with an update. The juice cleanse did make a positive impact on my life.  Not only did I lose fifteen pounds, but I got rid of my one addiction: caffeine... more specifically, coffee.  For the first time in years, I haven't yawned during my entire drive to work and I can actually function prior to 10:00 a.m.  I'm still amazed at how not drinking coffee has caused the exact opposite effect of what I'd thought it would do.  I once swore I needed it to wake up and now, I see that a healthier lifestyle provides you with true energy... unlike coffee, which provided me with an artificial sense of motivation.  And... about that motivation... yes, well, I haven't much writing to show for it unfortunately.  Instead, I have been swamped at work with new projects and more responsibility.  I'd like to blame my lack of progress solely on my demanding job, but alas, it wouldn't be the whole truth... which brings us to my IWSG post for November.

Procrastination - to put off or defer (an action) until a later time; delay - [from Latin prōcrāstināre to postpone until tomorrow]
I think this word is a perfect fit, as I'm always telling myself "tomorrow, tomorrow I will write" as I change from business attire into house clothes and settle in to watch recordings on my DVR.  Then, later in the week as I stare at a blank draft, the guilt sets in.  There are so many other writers out there with full time jobs (stay at home mom counts, too) and kids who not only find time to write, but have finished an entire book or two... yet, here I am with a bunch of sporadic chapters, not fully linked together.  I don't think my problem is lack of inspiration or lack of skill... what I'm missing is the drive to finish what I've started.  I can chalk this up to procrastination, but where does that procrastination really stem from?  I skipped my October IWSG to continue the soul searching and at some point within the last two months of inactivity, I stumbled upon an image that really struck home.  It had been a while since the Universe slapped me with an epiphany, so it took me a few weeks to process my thoughts. What it comes down to is honest to goodness insecurity.  When I was in my early twenties, there were very few friends that I confided in about my past.  However, those that did know me well all encouraged me to put my experiences in writing.  I attributed this to the fact that I had a knack for putting a humorous twist on my sad childhood stories, which generally brought about a good laugh from whichever friend was my audience.  I hid behind a wall of sarcasm despite claiming to be "an open book".  It wasn't until I lost my grandfather just a few short weeks after he walked me down the isle at my wedding that I recalled the short story I'd written in the eighth grade about my first time seeing snow while living with my grandparents at the age of four.  It was a memoir style short that focused on my grandfather, my aunt and the thought that snow was made of cotton.  It won first place in my school's writing contest and went on to beat another middle schooler's retelling of her great-grandparents' holocaust trauma in a county competition.  I was told that my story would be published in a collection stored at the White House.  To this day, I don't know if that is true, but I do know that it was the first time I knew that my words could mean something to others.  The problem was that this was one of my happiest stories... many of the rest were darker as a result of being removed from my grandparents' home at the age of five, just before my father re-married.  To tell other tales from my childhood, I'd reveal secrets that I worried would tear my family apart... or worse, break the hearts of my grandmother and grandfather.  When Grandpa died a few years back, I remember thinking that I could start writing with less fear... but I shouldn't dare seek publication while my grandmother was still with us.  These are morbid thoughts, I know... but sharing the truth is the only way to face my insecurity, right?  For the time being, I've tried my hand at a science fiction short story... and I've tried to tell myself that it's not a distraction from what I should be writing.  Of course, I'm stumped on that piece, too.  I continually think of segments for my Memoir, as those come more easily being based on experience... and when I don't make an attempt to finish the sci-fi short, I can't tell which work I'm betraying more with my ongoing procrastination.  

So there it is... this aspiring writer has shared her true insecurities for the first time.  I only hope that it doesn't minimalize my previous participation.  Anyway, for anyone wondering what the image was that sparked these deep thoughts, here it is... I think it's a beautiful quote and I hope to use it as my new mantra to keep pushing forward:


Hopefully, if anyone else out there has similar insecurities about sharing parts of themselves through their writing, these words from Anne Lamott will be inspiring to them, too.


IWSG: The Reboot

It's that time of the month again... no, not THAT... it's the first Wednesday, but I am feeling a little testy all the same because I've been slowly weaning myself off caffeine this week.  Why would I do such a crazy thing? Well, read on and you'll see...


Today, I'm not going to complain about how I'm having trouble balancing life with my creative writing pursuits, nor will I focus on the negativity that can come with having your work judged by others.  Instead, I'm going to elaborate on my plan to restore balance in all aspects of my life.  It is my hope that the end result of this plan will get my creative juices flowing again... literally.

Last month, my husband was diagnosed with a bad case of colitis, very likely ulcerative colitis, though an upcoming colonoscopy is needed to confirm the condition. Having just started a new job, that an unexpected stay in the ER promptly put an end to, he did not have health insurance. Home, sick and worried, he stumbled across a documentary by Joe Cross called "Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead".  He was so inspired, that he asked me to watch it as well.  In summary, it's the story of an overweight man with an autoimmune disease that medicine couldn't cure, who sets out on a journey to allow his body to heal itself.  Joe trades in junk food for fresh fruit and vegetable juice... for 60 days.  Now, two months is a bit extreme in my opinion, but the results were amazing.  Even more amazing was the story of another man that Joe met along the way. I don't want to ruin anything for those interested in watching it (you can stream it on Netflix right now), nor do I want to sound like an infomercial.  However, if you're feeling stuck in a rut, lacking a creative spark or if you've put on a few pounds recently by spending too much time sitting at your desk... maybe the best thing you can do to get back on track is to reboot... your body, not your computer.  ;-)

This past weekend, I purchased a Breville Juice Fountain. This Friday, my husband and I will begin a 10 day juice cleanse.  I've got my kale leaves, cucumber, spinach, celery, apples, lemon and ginger root ready to go.  While my husband is seeking relief for heath issues, I'm participating partially for support, but partially because I think I need this almost as much as he does. If my body were a machine, and my brain an engine... my lack of story completion could very well be due to an overdue tune-up.  And, of course, some actual laps around the block couldn't hurt, either!  I'm not sure I'll have the energy to blog every step of the way, but I feel very good about my upcoming challenge. I look forward to feeling healthier, more energized... and with luck, inspired to write more often and with a greater purpose.


Wish me luck!

IWSG & Buccaneer Blogfest - Final Countdown - Part 2


Click any of the photo links below for full details:    
         

Today I've got two themes to attend to, one for the final stretch of the Buccaneer Blogfest and the other for my monthly contribution to the Insecure Writer's Support Group.  First, let's get the fun stuff out of the way: it's time to grab some booty!  And by that, I mean blogger treasure.  Unfortunately, I'm not published (that will be a long time away unless I get my own booty in gear and finish my book this year) and I don't have anything to personally give away as a prize... but I can cheat a little bit and point you to another blog where you can put your name into a drawing to win free stuff:


The fantastic logo above belongs to Curiosity Quills Publishing and there are several ways you can win points, read some new books and support others in the writing community.  Good luck!


Now... for the less fun stuff.  My insecurities this month aren't too different from what they were two months ago when I last posted.  I'm still struggling to balance work, home and writing.  I'm still making excuses and not finding the time or motivation to write as much as I should or could be.  However, there is one little thing that's different.  Many fellow bloggers often post about fear or rejection on the first Wednesday of the month, but I've yet to complete something that can be sent out into the world to be turned down.  However, I posted a link to a fairly fierce competition on Monday called "Write Club" where stories will compete head to head for a potential publishing contest.  I submitted an excerpt from my memoir WIP that is just under 500 words.  The submissions will be posted anonymously and hundreds of readers will vote.  The winner is looking at a potential publishing deal.  With so many entries, mine may not even be chosen to compete... but I can't help but wonder how I'll feel if it is... and I then have to read through hundreds of comments about why the story other than mine was better.  I certainly don't think I'll take it personal or anything, but this could very well be my first round of pre-publication pursuit rejections.  I just hope I'm ready for it!

Keeping the Beat

My last post focused on the negativity of indecisiveness and the perils of having a mild organizational OCD affliction. As an update: I am still feeling very conflicted about maintaining my three different blogs with three very different purposes, but I’ve settled on writing what I feel. Earlier in the week, I added a post to my memoir style fiction. That will always be easier for me, as it’s the very essence of writing what I know. My insecurity still lies with my other WIP, which is also my first ever sci-fi attempt, "The Grave Mistake".



So today, in honor of the IWSA (click above for details), I’m going to rein in some of the “I’m stuck and I don’t know how to motivate myself to push forward” complaining and focus on a positive tool that my husband, an aspiring screenwriter, has encouraged me to try out. It’s called the Blake Synder Beat Sheet and it’s basically a way to structure a story with 15 distinct “beats”… which when followed, will ensure that the body of your writing has a very strong and well defined backbone. Of course, adapting this outline method to a short story takes a little finesse, but it still works. The beat sheet format without the page number of where they should appear in a screenplay is as follows:

PROJECT TITLE:
GENRE:

1. Opening Image:
2. Theme Stated:
3. Set-up:
4. Catalyst:
5. Debate:
6. Break into 2:
7. B Story:
8. Fun and Games:
9. Midpoint:
10. Bad Guys Close In:
11. All Is Lost:
12. Dark Night of the Soul:
13. Break into 3:
14. Finale:
15. Final Image:

I’ve got my “beat sheet” completely filled out with the exception of numbers 10 through 13. For some reason, I’m having a really hard time getting my story from the midpoint to my finale and final image. I think it’s partly due to the fact that when I originally thought of the idea, most of the change and conflict within the story occurred within the main character’s head via inner dialogue. I’m now torn between adding external “bad guys” and keeping it based as an internalized event for my protagonist. Without a lot of external elements, I’m worried that I won’t fully capture the futuristic aspect of the world I’m writing about and even worse, could lose the interest of my potential readers. If you’ve been so kind as to have read the opening and Part 2 of my story on my blog “Breaking From Reality”, I’d love to hear your opinions on which way you see the story heading and what details you’d be most interested in learning. Don’t worry, my finale and final image are written in stone, so you are at no risk to change the outcome… but I would be open to adding more detail leading up to that point if it would serve my story well. Thanks in advance!