No, I did not write today.
There are reasons, but there are no excuses.
My life is hectic and stressful at the moment. I am balancing a wealth of heavy priorities that take up a vast amount of my time and thoughts.
But there is still time to write. Instead I watch TV, play games, and sometimes just sit and do nothing but stare at the other end of the room. I’m scared of what’s ahead. I have written two drafts of my novel and have heavily edited it, but I’ve reached a point where I know some critical parts of my story that need to be fixed and I have put myself on lock down for the past few months.
Story ideas invade my brain every day, often interrupting my workflow and stopping me dead in my tracks. The creativity is there, and I embrace it when it shows its face, but I slam it back into its asylum and let it fester, let it seethe and writhe until it either dissapears or dies, I don’t know which because I haven’t let it free in so long.
