I’m falling slipping, dripping, caught in a riptide, a sink hole. A whirlpool; an Ekman Spiral. I level my gaze on a horizon that sways. Your pain. My pain. A silent tug of war.
The hallway outside the apartment smells like onions and garlic. For the moment I feel excitement. Inside, it’s quiet. Only empty bottles and dirty dishes. A note: sorry I missed you. You know how it is. Hope you don’t mind… The acrid smell of a spent cigarette at the bottom of a glass. A small dandelion dangling on the edge of an empty beer bottle. So fragile. Too many wishes that don’t come true. I leave; walk, anywhere.
Day 10: Most days, i’m no sure what I’m doing. I’ve run away so many times–not physically but mentally–that i wonder if I’m dead or alive. Is it all a dream? Will I wake up in a different reality? These thoughts never did anyone any good. My cell rings. It’s my boss. I’m late. Again. I get a large coffee with a shot to keep away what chases me…
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In case you need a little encouragement…
A Reminder of What Makes A Real Writer by Chuck Wendig.
He says it better than I can AND he has a cool flowchart. (see below)
Are you a real writer?
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YOU ARE STARDUST.
Do you ever look into the night sky, when it’s so clear you can practically see every sparkling star in the universe?
Then you’ve glimpsed all you are capable of with your writing.
DON’T BE AFRAID TO SHINE.
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