Only a few days left in the month. It’s been great to get words out on the page with Featherfolk, and I’ve had fun and giggles with a flash fiction piece for a contest as well.
While I came out of the gate with a burst and stayed ahead of schedule most of the month, I’m stalling out. I’m agonizing over a pivotal scene. It’s so important that I get it right.
I think I need to give myself permission to tell it wrong. At least in this draft.
Here we go: “Julia, you can mess up. It’s okay. Just write something.”
Perhaps I should put a sticker with those words on my computer…
Because it’s time to gear up for the home stretch. I’ve promised myself some sweet Camp swag if I meet my goal.
I’m going to think of this last bit as a literal stretch. Yes, I’m running out of steam and my apartment is a sty and I’m moving in a month, and my baby just woke up again, but I can reach this goal!