I have six days left to finish my story and get it in the mail. With all of the inspirational ups I’ve had, there have also been a number of downs. Right now, I’m in the middle of one of those downs. If my story was a tree, then I have all of the branches but no trunk. Where is the trunk? What is the trunk? I can see the trunk in my head but as soon as I start writing, the trunk magically disappears into a far off place I refer to as “the anywhere but in my head or on my paper” place. Self-doubt is sinking back in and I’m running out of time.
Where are you? Why do you run from me? You’re so pretty. All I want to do is put you on paper so everyone can see. Please, please, please cooperate. I have a deadline.
Writer with a big, brick block.