This morning when I woke up, the last thing I thought I would be writing about was the third draft of my novel. I tend to be quite reserved when it comes to discussing my current writing projects. For some reason, however, I felt a push inside of me today that said that things must change. I must change. Itís scary to talk about something that is still in progress. Itís like digging up a seed to see if itís sprouting. What if the seed has died? What if the seed only has a tiny sprout and needs more time? Those are the questions I ask myself, which keep me quiet about my writing projects. I couldnít get the first few sentences of this blog post out of my head until I wrote them down, so I decided to do so.