Nov 2015
Write a garden into bloom.
Write a romance in the room.
Create, create, create
Life is short; Life won’t wait.
Shift, shuffle, sort, sift
Try and try your spirits to lift.
Do whatever is not writing.
You and your inner critic always fighting.
I am scared.
Write a romance in the room.
Create, create, create
Life is short; Life won’t wait.
Shift, shuffle, sort, sift
Try and try your spirits to lift.
Do whatever is not writing.
You and your inner critic always fighting.
I am scared.
The first week of NaNoWriMo 2015 was when I had to write a novel for the first time. It is easy to say, yes I can write a novel, but will you? It was a challenge to allow myself the space to write and to, perhaps, fail at it. The idea of jumping off the ledge and then building my wings on the way down was terrifying and I found all sorts of excuses not to write. Procrastination and the inner critic are in cahoots I tell you!
