As I write this I’m still trying to regain my balance. All weekend I’ve teetered on a tight rope with Shelved’s plot line. Without giving anything away, I will share that Shelved just hit a critical mark. As an author I found myself facing what seemed like an abysmal plot hole. I began questioning everything. Every character, every connection I’d built, and all of the work of intertwining stories and building tension, seemed like it was for no reason at all. How in the world was I going to dig myself out of this? I had overlooked something so important that I either needed a miracle, or I needed to throw in the towel. But… with the help of my logical husband, Shelved is moving forward (and I narrowly escaped therapy).