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.

Have I mentioned that it’s the height of strawberry season here? And that I’ve made two strawberry shortcakes so far this week?

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.