To be honest I’ve been procrastinating on my second novel – I mean – I’ve been writing, but not like really writing. Oh sure I’ve written a lot of words – but it’s mostly an outline. It’s missing all the grit and emotion.
See, to really write this book I’m going to have to go back to a place I’ve been running from for a whole year. I have to dive back into some emotions that I’ve been working to repair and replace. But to do this story justice, I have to open my wounds back up, explore them, give them words, and feel them all over again. Writing my first book was tormenting, and I’m scared writing this one will feel the same.
I’m going to do it. There’s no going back at this point. And if I’m going to hit my goal for publishing in the Fall, I have to do it now because I’m running out of time.
I’ve been procrastinating with all kinds of things – and it’s been fun – but I need to put all that on hold and write 👏🏻these 👏🏻words.
I know what I have to do…and I know it’s going to be worth it 💪🏻