Today it rained all day. I have 60 rough pages; double spaced. I have the vaguest ideas of what I want the visuals to be. I'm far from where I need to be. And yet, I am so close.
The amount that I have to finish terrifies me. It feels impossible, insurmountable, enormous.
My body is growing restless from sitting in a desk chair so many hours out of the day.
My mind like a bucking bronco, takes so much will power to harness to this task: finish. Simply that.
It's been such a long time without a break, I hardly remember what that feels like.
Still, I'm trying to slip in a few moments here and there of delight, and whimsy to get me through.
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Tell me things:
What music are you listening to right now?
What blogs or magazines have you found that are simply too gorgeous not to share?
What is a meal you can't get enough of this spring?
WHat small thing do you do that brings you joy?