So here we are again, Friday. Mr. Friday. Old blogging Friday. You old so-and-so.
You know what, guys? Writing is hard.
On Wednesday, I wrote 8 pages. No problem.
Today, the sky is this sort of off white that makes you think of a dingy pillowcase.
The snow is three feet thick, weighing down everything.
All I’ve managed to do is put pants on, drink coffee, and watch these fat animals.
The Doubting Elephant is sitting calmly next to me, shelling the peanuts I’m trying to feed him. Demanding more and more.
But I’m here. I showed up, again. To this story.
“The one thing that you have that nobody else has is you. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and build and play and dance and live as only you can.” —Neil Gaiman
Whatever you’re doing, keep going.