I worry that it's eating into my drafting the second book too, which is something I'm going to have to deal with soon. < This is what the poor thing looks like right now, pinned to the hanbel on the bedroom wall like some sort of sectioned martyr. Note the gaps. Other writers will be feeling me here. Fish or cut bait? Deal with the personal shit or just write it all down and feed the beast? Do the fucking garden/paint the house/strip the floors or stare at the screen for five hours???
Maybe you just have to put in a solid year and get the work behind you online before sliding backward into the cthnonic swamp to write part II. I miss the smell of mud and the feeling of lilly pads stuck to my back, though.
On the up side, we've both loved finding and sharing so much gorgeous new work via the whole 'liked this' thing. Muy inspirational. I bought one of Meghan Howland's beautiful prints and that's off to be framed any day now; I'll post the results.
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