It’s funny – I’ve been working on this manuscript for less than a year now with great enthusiasm. Each time I’ve come in contact with someone from back in the day I’ve been very happy and eager to share stories and the like. My whole outlook on the project has been very positive and I couldn’t be happier.
Yesterday while adding some detail to a couple of scenes, I happened to pull up a weather map of Northern Ireland, and I filled with a sense of dread, like being trapped with no way out – utter hopelessness. Not all that strong and not very long lasting, which is good, but it made me wonder. The truth is that’s how I felt back there, back then, much of the time. I just didn’t expect to get hit with that after all these years, especially given how the project has been going thus far.