I read an article last year by a woman who said her husband is bad with directions. He had traveled with a friend to a business meeting and upon returning they shared a rental car to get home from the airport which, unfortunately, was about four hours from their hometown. About halfway, they traded places, the friend too sleepy to drive anymore. The hapless husband took over and drove nearly two hours back towards the airport before the friend woke up and discovered the mistake.

That's I how I felt about the novel I'm writing. I think I was driving the wrong direction for maybe 30k words. This weekend I tore the outline apart and am going to relaunch, writing in a whole new direction. I think this time I'm headed home.

-- david j.