I kind of think I can’t write anymore until I do what I said I would. I gotta spend about 3 days critting and leaving some reviews. There’s a simple principle. If you want to receive you must give. It’s selfish and manipulative to give because you want to receive. I admit that. But I gotta start somewhere.
I’m stuck but I won’t wallow in it, I’ll give. It will unstick me. Even if it doesn’t, I’ll at least have done something useful. No it’s not an excuse to procrastinate further. Really.
Heard this today, it reminds me of the last chapter in Sorrowfish.
“Gather my broken fragments to a whole … Let mine be a merry, all-receiving heart, but make it a whole, with light in every part.” – George MacDonald
Nanowrimo starts next week and I need to get my outline done.
I have my goals in. I know what happens. But the outline is eluding me. I’m peering into shadows. I see dim forms that frustrate and just end up squinty.
Honestly I want to write straight through and do the next two books because I dont think I can finish editing Sorrowfish till I do. idk.
Am going to start running today too. There’s something about running that parallels this writing thing. Something about pressing in when you don’t feel like it and think you can’t. Then euphoria. I’ve only had that euphoria once, running. But it was enough.