Truth: I haven't been able to write. Like, at all.
Truth: It's not that I haven't tried. But I open my WIP and just stare at it. My mind hasn't been in the game. I end up typing a few words and then cutting them. And then cutting entire scenes, and my word count has just been . . . plummeting.
Truth: I've had a few thoughts about stepping out of the writing world.
Big Truth: It was tempting.
BIGGER TRUTH: Further thought about quitting made me miserable.
See, the thing is, things weren't pear-shaped because of my words--it had nothing to do with those. But I kept thinking I needed to simplify my life. And cutting out the writing would definitely give me more time to do so. But my world without writing?
I'd miss it like I'd miss a limb.
I'd miss it every time I read a book. The way I miss dancing every time I see a performance. The way I miss college when I'm back together with my friends.
Except way, way more.
Writing is a part of me. It's who I am. And today. This week. This month. NOW. I am getting back to it.
Who's with me?