I write a lot. Mostly novels. This is about the time when I wrote a short story and then mused about it for a rambling blog post.
Recently, I finished another first draft. Then I got to thinking about what that means, how to get to an ending, and what comes after the first draft.
Why do I write? I write to fill pages with new moments, to bring someone to live, because it’s important, to know what happens next.
Stuck in a writing rut and I see no way out. Well, where there’s a will, there’s a way. Do I have the will?