by Edie Melson @EdieMelson
I’ve just come through a long year. The past twelve months were full to overflowing with family needs and requirements. Those commitments ate away at my creative writing time and left me struggling to even get the bare minimum accomplished.
But I survived—intact—if a little depleted and weary.
So, when I got ready to work on a new project I felt joy and excitement about returning to a regular writing schedule. I imagined pumping out words, digging deep into edits, and renewing my thrill of creating with words.
Then the fear hit.
