This is why I write first.
Well, I failed today. This will make tomorrow all the more frightening and difficult because I have a big scene to write, and the longer I put it off the more impossible it will seem. My book has become that monster (or is it a beast?) Annie Dillard talks about in The Writing Life…
The truth is, I’m wallowing a bit, and the stomachache is due to stress. This isn’t good. Not for writing, nor for living.
Please send balloons, ice cream and mocktails ASAP.
