They are coming.
oft over used, the word, not the lifestyle,
because to love, it must take your all, it is living, to love, there is no substitute,
if you love, than you live, else you try to love, you try to live,
there are distractions, many they are, but there are no substitutes, for true love,
for life, to remember before you were born, and after you died,
to remember what it’s like to love when you haven’t, what it’s like to not love when you have,
I know I love
writers block (or is it writer’s block?). Some say it exists, some say it doesn’t, but when I’m trying to finish co writing a novel, rewrite my most recent, start something for nanowrimo (won’t happen), write sweet things to my sweetie, tumble and finish my application, somewhere in between, my mind sort of fizzles, and I can’t think anymore. I need to let my mind rest for a moment. Sometimes I can get on a writing binge and pound out pages, other times I’ll go weeks with nothing to show. Granted, even when I release the words from within, maybe five percent is good enough to be edited, the rest needs to be rewritten. Going by that percentage, my math is not so good any more, how many rewrites do I need to do? It doesn’t matter, it’s not exact. I’ll write this only one time, and I’ll be lucky to read it through more than once for errors.
I need to binge on writing again. It’s been too long.