First: I heard you read the first bits of Solveig's story at WFC last year, and I can tell you, the voice was THERE. You drew me out onto the ice, you plunged me into icy water, and eye-to-eye with a leviathan.

Now, this may sound facile, and I don't mean it at all in that way, but...

Could you let Solveig show the inner you, your gift-self, the way back into the sunlight? Put your trust in this very real person you have created, and let her tell her story to you? Allow yourself, as Anne Lamott says, to have the "shitty first draft" as you learn all these things about Solveig's life, Solveig's friends and loves, the ice palace and the fishes and all?

Because I think the story is there. I think maybe you'll have to follow Solveig to find it.