I’ve written for twenty days. Twenty day of working on my book daily. I still don’t know where it’s going, but I’m not giving up, I keep looking. If it wasn’t for the community around #100daysofwriting I wouldn’t get as far as I am right now. It’s amazing how being gentle with myself around this project works. It’s so much better than pushing myself.
I’ve had bad and good days. I had days when I’ve written half a page and days when I’ve filled five pages. The only thing that is important is that I keep working on it, that I keep writing. I gave up on this project so many times that I thought it would never happen. Now, I can see there’s something there, even though I don’t know exactly what yet.
It will happen though. There’s a story there somewhere. I know there is, because it was calling me for a few years now. I just need to keep digging to find it.