I've hit a roadblock on the book I'm writing. My friend Holly tells me I''m self editing to the point of curling up in the fetal position wondering why I thought I could do this. (I may have paraphrased that a bit). I know its hard to start. I know its hard to continue, to try, to make decisions, to live. But I have to do something.
To quote Adele, "There's a fire burning in my heart..." I have drive and passion and ambition. I have talent, and a story and a vision. I have the fire. I just dont know what to do with it.
This past week I've had a massive migraine that left me with a lot of time to think. It wasn't pretty.
I need to try, to get up, to do something.
I'm just so lost right now that I don't know how to start.
