I miss the fire in my heart to write. I yearn for the highs of exciting ideas popping into my head. I am heartbroken that words have become obstacles rather than stepping stones.
Don’t be fooled into thinking the title of this post is literal; writing most certainly is NOT a piece of cake but it’s like it. Warning: you may get cake cravings.
I HAVE FINISHED THE FIRST DRAFT OF MY FIRST EVER, EVER NOVEL, PEOPLE! Shouty caps required to express this writing miracle. Let’s not mention editing…
Cautiously declaring that I’m getting near to the end of the first draft of my novel and silently cursing myself for now being publicly accountable!