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Stuck in a writing rut

I haven’t posted on here for a few reasons. It is just how life has been the last year. I have however made fantastic progress on writing my book. Which essentially was the entire purpose of starting this blog. I finished the rough draft a few months ago and began the tedious process of editing it.

 

I cut and slashed my way through numerous chapters condensing them, removing repetitious words, gaining strength of voice. Then I hit the cliff, the subsequent fall into the cataclysmic day that changed me forever. Literally, the story where the cliff giving away changed everything. I can stand at the edge of that reality as though carefully looking over the edge of a huge precipice. I can’t, however, bring myself to jump into that black hole that became my life.

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The months and years that followed with one thing after another knocking me down. Throwing me about as though I was a boat amid an ocean storm. I fear to embrace the pain, loss, loneliness, grief, anger, and sadness enough to write the depth required to bring a reader there with me.

 

So I have sat at the table for weeks stuttering about within the chapter that changed my family unable to find my footing. I will for I must but this seemed easier to write and share than facing what I spent years with Mary-Jane forgetting.fb_img_1561520780211