Tamed the Wild Beast

I not only had a better day, I hit my goal for Friday yesterday.  My problem was one scene.  One #$%#$# scene that was kicking my ass. 

I thought we were friends.  Thought we were more than friends.

I was wrong.

So, I faced it straight on without any outside noise or distraction.  Stated clearly how things were going to be from here on out.  We fought and I won.  Scene is done, procrastination is tamed and caged so it can’t interfere again.

Will be nursing bruises for a while, but I plan to ruthlessly use the next scene in a torrid rebound affair, so it’s all good.


About Rinda Elliott

Writer.I love unusual stories and credit growing up in a family of curious life-lovers who moved all over the country. Books and movies full of fantasy, science fiction and romance kept us amused, especially in some of the stranger places. For years, I tried to separate my darker side with my humorous and romantic one. I published short fiction, but things really started happening when I gave in and mixed it up. When not lost in fiction, I love making wine, collecting music, gaming and spending time with my husband and two children. I’m represented by Miriam Kriss of the Irene Goodman Agency.
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4 Responses to Tamed the Wild Beast

  1. Celise says:

    So, you opened a can of Whoop Ass, huh? Did you have to break out the brass knuckles? LOL.

  2. relliott4 says:

    No, I had the power of determination and a build up of frustration backing up those punches. 😉

  3. lynn says:

    I love that feeling! Good for you, and glad to hear you’re showing those scenes who’s boss 🙂

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