
When the big red bird first came into the shop (when i lived back in Phx), i thought it was the biggest most beautiful bird in the world, and there was NO WAY i'd ever have one that big. It wasn't the "oh i can never afford one" type of NO WAY, it was the "he's way too big for me".
I lived at home at the time, in a standard size spare bedroom (i'm terrible at guessing dimensions). And i already had little Aussie, who's cage barely fit at the head of my bed and against the wall.
So, needless to say, over the few months that I worked with "big red" and helped hand-raise him, when i realized that i was getting attached to him, it caused quite a dilemma.
Plot point #1: A friend/customer made a suggestion to me: "He looks as attached to you as you are to him. You should take him home." Bink blink... a macaw?
I would go home, talking myself out of it--listing ALL the very good reasons why i simply couldn't take on a project like that. WAY too expensive. the cage would be 4x5x6, which took up a good quarter of my bedroom by itself. The bird would out-live me--i didn't even know if i could afford to take care of him. He's a macaw--a living fog-horn that would go off at any point in time.. BAD news for apartments or rentals. And heck, i was still living at home! Not to mention the plain cost of everything. A very LARGE amount for the bird, and almost equal that in the cage. Macaw toys usually START at 50 bucks a pop, and even bulk food would run around 100 dollars for 3 months worth. The list went on and on. I would be convinced. It just couldn't happen.
Then i'd go back to work. He'd beg for a pet on the head. He couldn't even stand up on his own yet. I'd have to hold both his feet and he'd cling to my shirt for support. I'd coo to him and he'd fall asleep in my lap. In love... wanted to take him home. He was becoming a friend. I hated leaving him behind at night.
I'd go home, dreaming and trying to find a way, only to see my room again, and all the logical reasons why it just couldn't work would come back.
This went on for well over a month. Day in, day out.
Plot point #2:
One day i went into work, and a customer and his wife that i had gotten to know very well (already owned a few macaws, and responsible for the entire PP1 to begin with!), were in the back. The big red bird was with them. He leaned against the man's shoulder as he stroked him... the couple chatting happily with the store-owner. They had talked for a while about buying another bird, but previously had thought about the blue/gold macaw. Obviously, they had changed their minds.
My heart broke. I started to cry. That's when i knew what my decision had been all along. As soon as the customers left (heart pounding), I asked if they had purchased him. They had not. I immediately went to the boss and made arrangements to make payments.

About a month later, bubba came home for christmas :)
so, what does this have to do with the whole book process?Last night Tristi left a comment-suggestion on my post. I was having such a hard time deciding whether to break up the book, and lose all of my YEARS of work thus far, or keep it together and trust in my original vision.
Tristi's suggestion reminded me of this experience with Bubba. She wanted me to see/work one day as if it were split. And the next as if it were not, and see how i felt.
So, i mentally "walked into the shop" and imagined seeing my book split up. I saw two books, each bound separately and shelved in different isles. Heck, i even imagined a customer fingering one of them. The feeling was neutral. I didn't really feel one way or the other. It had possibilities, but it was daunting.
The "envisioning" thing wasn't working.
BUT... then i imagined 'walking into the shop', and saw the book as it stands now--one solid storyline. And you know what? Something surprised me.
I felt sad. I looked at that book, in that cover, and mourned for everything that would never be told in the fantasy realm. Then it got worse; I felt anxiety. I couldn't bare loosing everything that That half of the story could become.
It surprised me how intense the feeling was. I had to remind myself that this was only a 'thought' and not 'reality', because my heart was starting to get defensive with my head. :) It wasn't being very nice either.
So?? Plain as day. Back on course. No turning back any more--no matter how many trash bins i fill with crumbled up ideas. I've posted this thing up here, just in case i wonder at my decision again. And yes, Tristi, the work ahead of me is simply mind-boggling and very daunting. But, I'M THE PLOTTING QUEEN.
i know i can do it.
I think for now I'll even call my Fantasy book "Big Red", just as a reminder as to why i'm doing this.