At the time of writing this, the world is a mess. This isn’t about that, but that ain’t helping. There are times when I’m late
I tend to have trouble with middles and I think this is common. Normally I am a “pants” writing, someone who discovers the story, the characters, the whole package, as they write.
I’m writing mostly academic words today — pre-semester set up, etc. — and while words are words and I’m keeping track of them, it’s not as satisfying
I find myself getting anxious, watching videos in particular, about who I am supposed to be as an independent writer and how productive I need to be to succeed.
I could start talking about how goals were lost, intentions were well-intended, things were missed, and shit was not finished. But unless you want me to populate this entire post with more passive verbs and self-flagellation, I’m going to stop now and starting looking forward.