There are 8 days to go. If what I am writing now, becomes slice-worthy, there will be seven to go.
Up until this moment, the ideas, the writing have been flowing – 22 days straight. My eyes have been open to seeing – really seeing. My ears have been honing in on conversations and snippets.
The car drafting and internal rehearsal – (aka talking to myself) has helped. It’s been a valuable piece to my process. Some days, sitting and sketching has given back to me, but today, I’m a struggling!
I yelled to Jess as I was walking out “I have no slice!” I thought my confession to Jess and the halls might result in a slice. But, no.
I thought and thought all the way home.
Well, not really nothing, but nothing I could grab hold of, and write.
So, here I am, writing about the current state of struggling and stuck. This is the reality of living like a writer.