What a mixed blessing hope is!
Day 4: So many words everywhere, just not in my manuscript!
For 5 days then, I wandered in desert doom. A bit befuddled, disoriented ‒ a little unwell.
Wrote things I was thinking of down.
Was a good professional ‒ worked on editing assignments.
Went to a coffee shop one day, to try and write ‒ but wrote only outlines and plans. Worked out more of the world.
But no actual fiction appeared.
Tendrils of fear whispered: Was it a fluke? Why can’t I just write? Why am I the...
Published on November 13, 2014 14:34