Continue...Doing

At no other time in my decade of writing {wow, I feel old} have I felt like I'm fighting for the words like I am now. It's like every word, every letter, takes minutes when they used to take seconds. I want to get the story down and get it down right. I want to make it beautiful.

I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't think it could be done.

But I can see it! I can see the end! And that's what keeps me going. It is not so much a hope but a promise. I believe the story is going to be better. I can feel it, see it in my head. I can see the emotions, the relationships, the tensions.

Getting it down on {virtual} paper is the problem. But it's what I do. And so I continue...doing.