As I have lamented several times, I tend to complicate things.
Give me an outline consisting of Jack, Jill, a hill and a pail of water and I’ll not write you a nursery rhyme, I’ll craft you a five-part saga with prequel and sequel possibilities.
Hence, I am trying very hard not to turn my simple romance The Clockwise Heart into something akin to a Gordian knot of love.
“Trying” being the key word here.
Somebody, please, lash my hands behind my back and shackle my toes. Perhaps if I can write only by pecking my nose against the keyboard things will take a simpler turn.