Words on paper
I finally managed to write today. After a long, thought-filled hiatus.
I managed 2,600 words on the first, rough draft of a new story, tentatively titled, "Wear Life Like a Eulogy."
It felt good to get out and write. I'm in Starbucks in Chapters, comfortable, excited, and filled with the promise of "the new." I've been so blindsided by life over the last few weeks. Writing is what I love to do, and I'm glad I'm finding a way to fit it back into my life again.
Could it be that the block is lifting? I will give myself the space to watch, wait, and see.
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canadiansuzanne) wrote,
accomplished
