I realize that I was asking myself to reinvent the wheel, Gentle Reader, to work on things that are new rather than things that need to be finished.
I’m in a weird, nebulous place, because two sets of projects are currently on the market, and I don’t want to do too much in case they get picked up and changes are asked for. But I want to be writing in those worlds, and sure enough, sat down to write and the words just flowed out of me.
I miss those worlds. Those are the worlds I want to be in, and I need to give myself permission just to write, regardless of outcome.
The Postmodern Bluestocking 