A week into my dare-to-be-bad summer, and I’m deep into the WIP again. I scribble notes to myself, daydream in the shower, and imagine whole scenes when I wake. It’s amazing what I can do when I stop letting fear stop me.
It’s not that I don’t still feel afraid. The fear still overwhelms me sometimes. But for fifteen minutes a day I can push it aside just far enough that I can start. And often that gets me writing for a lot longer than 15 minutes.
That said, writing is hard work. So is fighting fear.
And there are plenty of days when I would rather just eat cake.
So here’s to everyone who keeps on writing, even when it’s a struggle. I wish you all a weekend full of discoveries and satisfying words — and a slice of cake or two.