I’ve often thought there are simply too many choices in life. On the surface, it seems like a very good thing. Lots of options, plenty of room for individual preferences and creativity. Then, I realized, while standing on the aisle of hair care products, that there is really such a thing as too many choices. Such has my dilemma been. Not with hair care products, but with writing. I get excited about a new project. If you’re not excited, why begin? I may even get going on it. In some cases, I’ve gone quite a way with an idea before that sad moment when I realize it isn’t going to work. Sometimes I realize why. Other times I’m stymied by the reason I have simply lost the will to pursue that particular objective. It’s all part of the dance, though. How many words strung together in sentences and hooked together in paragraphs have I thought brilliant one day and rubbish the next? I’m buried in the litter of my craft. It’s time, once again, to pick a direction and go. Maybe this time I will reach the end happily.