I took this picture laying on my back, enjoying the way the leaves filtered the sunlight. It was a beautiful day on the lake. I wanted some sun, but not too much, since I burn in the blink of an eye. The lush leaves were the perfect solution.
Except....I couldn't see the lake. I couldn't watch the clouds drift by. My entire view was restricted to those darn leaves.
That's kind of how I feel about the book (books?) I'm working on right now. I'm at the beginning, but I've been so focused on getting the first chapter right (after all, what agent's going to read past a ho hum opening chapter?) that my view of the overall book is obscured. To the point where I'm considering abandoning it - for now, at least - and starting something else. The question being; am I restricting myself unnecessarily? Do I need to part those idea branches and open up to the full scope and potential of this yet to be written bestseller? Or is my brain doing me a service, shading me from progress for a reason?