That’s hyperbole. A little bit.
I’ve been working on my story, but it’s a monumental effort every day to get to the manuscript.
I think I’m battling with fear, depression, and heat. It makes me want to sleep instead of write.
Doing everything I can to fight back: therapy, medication, air conditioning, encouragement from friends and family, grace, prayer.
Please don’t consider this whining. I don’t mean to complain. I just want to be honest.
Okay, I’m going to go write now. Thanks for reading. ❤
Keep fighting we all want to read you,finally you are going to win
Thank you, Sami. What a lovely comment. So grateful for your encouragement! ❤
You are incredible. Writing is hard. You found your way through before and will again. Different book, so I assume you must follow different path. Keep at it step by step! I’m already in for buying the next book and I don’t care how long I need to wait.
Thank you, dear! Today and yesterday have been great. You’re so sweet. Comments like these are what keep me going. ❤