Wait, what?
I am in my writing cafe for the first time in weeks, listening to Glee music for the first time in months (because it gives me feelings - and NO SPOILERS, PLEASE), doing some much-needed head-clearing freewriting also for the first time in months and for the first time in even more months without Near Misses hanging over my head while doing so.
I don't even know what to do with myself. It is so strange. I can just... put words on the page? What? I don't have to think about anything else but this tiny little thing and the limited scope of its currently two thousand little words?
What sort of crazy trick is this?
I don't even know what to do with myself. It is so strange. I can just... put words on the page? What? I don't have to think about anything else but this tiny little thing and the limited scope of its currently two thousand little words?
What sort of crazy trick is this?