I’m trying to write, but I can’t. I thought I would take this unemployment opportunity to crank out my book. Instead, I stare at the pages and struggle. I don’t want to relive all the mistakes I made with John Doe, etc, I don’t want to try to turn my pain into humor, I don’t want to do any of it. Except that I DO. I DO, but I can’t, and I don’t know how to fix it.
Even just trying to write this post is a struggle. I just don’t know what to say.
Until I do.
Last night I had a dream reminding me about another story that I want to tell. I think my subconscious is finally telling me to snap out of it and just write, no matter how hard.
Here I go…