The mists are parting on the dithering...I splurged to a friend. Confided, expurged, lots of adjectives that portray 'ejected the furball of writer's rambling' in roughest format. Okay she may well tell me it's a hideous mess. But...
Hey presto. I have a title. Popped into my head (after sending the above) and often the right title just makes me fire ahead. Fingers crossed.
Why do I wander around and around and around?
Dirty draft syno next.
P.S. Big bad wolf did not appear. Much icky litter was gathered.
Now I must go and be rescued by an AA Man (our car is stuck by the roadside). Do you think he'll inspire alpha male material? Hoping for too much?