I thought about writing tonight

But here I am

I thought about it.

Does that count?

I really do have the plots of these three books fairly well figured out. All I have to do is put one word in front of the other.

Something’s stopping me.

Is it fear? If so, I don’t know what I’d be afraid of. There does come a point where starting to write again feels like the tin man in the Wizard of Oz moving after just being oiled.

But if my dream is to be believed, I MUST NOT force this.

I tend to think these notes to you are ways to have a conversation with my brain, to see what’s up.

Do I want to finish these books at all?

Yes I do. Really badly. I can feel them complete in my gut.

But I’m waiting. Not sure what I’m waiting for. I’m only going to have LESS time and energy going forward, not more.

Still, the world is complicated, and who knows?