I open my word document and the words flow like water, out of my fingers and on to the page. The words, they write themselves and I am merely a vessel.
2000 words in 20 minutes and I feel drained, stripped of energy.
It’s been busy here. I keep putting it off, ignoring what I need to do. I sleep and I dream her voice, screaming at me to write her story. I’m merely the conduit for her to spring to life.
She needs more of my time and energy.
I need more of her life.
I need the time to write her out and bring her together. To give her bones flesh and her body soul. I need time to craft her together, to let her take over my life.
And still tonight, I find myself procrastinating.
Again.
((hugs)) I know that feeling. Not to the same extent as you though. You can do this xx
It’s okay we’d still be here waiting for your great novel.xxxx
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