Grrr!
Grumble, grumble, grumble! NaNoWriMo started off pretty well. There was even a
day I wrote 2,600 words. I the past five days I have written a total of 1,812.
It isn’t writer’s block—I’m actually at a pretty exciting part. I have been
thinking about this scene for over a year. I’m not afraid I’ll get it wrong or
that it’s too big.
I don’t
feel like a writer. And the oddest part of that: the only thing I do need to do
to feel like a writer is to write! Writers write. No amount of coffee, tea, or pinning
writing inspiration else will make me feel like writer than just writing would.
Instead of
writing, I want to have an adventure!
My life seems so small right now. I want to do something for the first time
(there’s plenty I haven’t done). I want to get my hands dirty. I want to be
awed. But I can’t think for the life of me what I want to do for the first time
(Well, I can. But they aren’t things I can do right now with where I am in life…).
I need a good jump—a risk to take that for better or worse will give me
inspiration. Close my eyes. Spread my arms. Fall.
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