A week of writing daily, working on the project I’m still not sure about. I’m still looking for the story I want to tell, for the most important line in it, I can hold on to. Sometimes I think there’s nothing there, that my story is not interesting enough to be told. On other days I’m sure it’s there somewhere, I just haven’t find the door to it yet.
Then this morning I woke up with a whole paragraph for a project I had in the back of my mind for years now. Something I’ve labelled ‘for later’ and ‘in a few years, maybe’, exactly because I couldn’t find the door to it. And this morning, while my mind was still drifting in the between sleep and wakefulness space, I found the door. I wrote it all down, still in bed, amazed how obvious it was. Why haven’t I seen that earlier?
After breakfast I dutifully went back to my current project, but now I’m thinking about working on both on them at the same time. Something tells me that I won’t be able to let go after I found the door, but I also want to keep looking for the entrance to my memoir. The projects are very different and written in two different languages, so I think I could manage.
For now, I’ll keep the stuff I wrote this morning at the back of my mind and see if it will continue to haunt me.
What are you working on at the moment?
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