They say spirits and demons can become trapped at crossroads. At least in the stories and legends. It turns out, so can writers.
I have so many directions I could go at the moment that I haven’t been able to set foot down any path. There’s a feeling of importance hanging over me right now. Something is about to happen with my writing. Something is about to change. It’s making it harder for me to take that first step, to finally open up a project—any project—and get writing again.
What if I move in the wrong direction? What if I miss some wonderful opportunity?
I don’t know what the future holds, but I am painfully aware of my present. The pain that comes from a writer who isn’t giving themselves time to write. Continue reading “Sitting at the Crossroads”