I've talked here about how my stories have a life of their own, and in the case of one story I'm working on, it may be a Frankenstein's monster.

See, it started with me tossing around some ideas for my anniversary, and one was to do a little series of tributes to my favorite (non-Big Closet) authors, starting with Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, and his best know creation, Sherlock Holmes.

So I started what I planned to be a quick little nod to the great detective, but then the story's protagonist, Dr. John Watson, decided he wasnt having it, and demanded I create something worthy of his dear friend, something of extraordinary quality and much longer than I had originally intended.

I also have noticed that since I started going to the writing group, I've become much more nervous about the quality of my work, so that may be playing a role as well.

So, I'm doing my best, but man-oh-man, does this feel like I'm trying to stretch myself beyond what might be possible for me ...