Dozens of scenes buzzing in my head, scattered all over the manuscript, and instead of being paralyzed by a blank page, I’m paralyzed by not knowing where to start first. It’s like being in a room where everyone is trying to talk to you at once.
I guess I put my hands over my ears,* pick a scene, and run with it. Shove the other scenes away for the moment, no matter how loud they clamor.
* Metaphorically, of course. It’s hard to type with your feet.
(Cross-posted to Litopia)
I totally get this. I call it the big picture syndrome….Oh where oh where to begin!?! Good luck. Love to hear how things work out.