I think I’m going to have to give up Pixie Hollow once and for all. I’ve tried to write stories about them, but I always come right to the critical point in the story, and freeze. I suppose I believe everything past that point will just sound so…anticlimactic. Badly written. I don’t know why I’m so afraid of this. Maybe my life is anticlimactic and I have a hard time translating myself out of that.
Plots never were my strong point. And the older I get, the less interested I am in fairy-tales and the more interested I am in real life, which is not even close to a fairy-tale.
Sigh. So sad.