Waking Up is an Art Form

More often than not, when I sit down to get my morning writing out and start my day, I haven’t even bothered to put on a pair of pants, let alone make a cup of latte-art-coffee (though I applaud people who know how to do that, because I sure as hell cannot.)

Camp NaNo 2019

The cycle of wanting to create and having ideas to the point I had dozens of notebooks and scribbles and a collection of plot files, but not the ability to see them through led to a grotesque amount of self-blame because shouldn’t my want to create outweigh whatever was preventing me from doing so, mental or otherwise? Isn’t that was creatives did? Pursue through their blocks and write until their fingers bled, slumps be damned? 

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