It is now July. I have spent months on these few scenes. Yes to be fair, I work full time. Were I retired, I could embrace this situation full on, but I can’t. And maybe it’s good that each day I. have to walk away for a bit. But I grow weary. I lose hope. I have lost my drum and baton and no longer want to lead the parade.
It’s down to two little scenes that just never feel right. The only thing that keeps me going is that the other two scenes now do feel right. Maybe they aren’t written with an experienced hand but they work and they feel write for the characters, the storyline and the pace.
I press onward, beaten, slumped and with barely a breath within my novice soul.