What to do when you are lost

I am lost now. I really have changed people and places so much from what they were that I dont know where I am or where I am going.

The King that was the fairy tale good father and the Queen a wicked mother have both altered and I am not quite sure how this fits into the story.

I thought I knew this story. I had lived and breathed it for so long that, when I started, I believed the words would flow to the page without any effort. That I would just get it all out and then have the arduous task of editing and polishing.

But I am not who I was when I began.

I know that life isn't a fairy tale and that even good people can do very bad things.

Or bad people do very good things.

Hitler was kind to animals.

Whilst I wanted more depth to my characters and more truth in my tale I also want it to be the tale that I started; the one that I knew.

Or is that what I want?

Is the reason that it has never truly been finished is that I have always been dissatisfied with it?

The girl who thumped the keys on her mothers typewriter to do that first draft had a limited view of existence. And the characters were simple people.

People aren't simple.

I am not simple.

So I have looked up on the great god Google what to do when you are lost to give some hints.

1. Avoid getting lost. The best way to make sure that you don't end up somewhere you really don't want to be is by preparing in advance. ... bit late for that I am already lost but perhaps I should have prepared a bit more in advance.

2. Staying Calm. ... too late...

3. Check your mobile device. ... I've got no service where I am going

4. Retrace your steps. ... this may work. I could just go back to the point where I got lost.

5. Ask a hotel. ... I've walked so far down the path that the nearest inn is quite a ways back

6. Look for a landmark. ... I can still see the mountains but they scare me a little.. I will be there soon

7. Be discreet. ... ok I'll keep this all to myself and not blog about it

8. Hop on public transport.... There isn't any.

Perhaps it would have been better to Google about writers block. But I don't have writers block, words, situations and conversations are coming to me quickly and often at the strangest of times.

I feel like I am physically lost. That I have strayed off the path and now there is a mean old werewolf waiting in the darkness for me.

This could be the end of this journey, this tale.

But sometimes endings bring such beautiful, new beginnings that it is worth the grief.

As I sit here on the sofa next to the cat who has stolen my spot I have a new perspective.

I will find my calmness, retrace my steps, look for a landmark and then see where I end up.

I may just end up in a better place.