This past week blew me up.
I haven’t been able to get any decent words on the page and the stop-start of stories has thrown my mind into a tiff.
I’ve written little bits of story, but nothing substantial and not anything I’d show to anyone, even my wife.
Today, this morning, I’m working on getting things done, because I can’t sit here and not work. I have to do something, even if it’s editing.
I’m stick to what I said on Monday and I’m getting past what I wrote on Wednesday, and it’s hard.
I’ve had to look at myself and my writing in way that I don’t want. Hell, I’m not sure any of us what’s to look at ourselves the way I have in the past week.
This weekend leads into another week and it’s day-by-day.
I keep going because I have to prove something to myself.
This isn’t about getting published anymore.
Its about proving to myself with all the headgames and all the the ways my mind tells me I can’t, that I can.
Have a good weekend and I’ll see you on Monday.