Creating fresh words felt natural. Often, they weren’t the best, but they were always there… These last few weeks, I’ve been rewriting the story that made me fall in love with writing, and it’s hard. Creativity should be spontaneous, but the idea of regurgitating and refining words of long ago is tiring.
The words aren’t bad, but they just don’t feel fulfilling. – Perhaps I’d have been better off archiving the old version so I couldn’t refer to it, but the plot is a little too complex to risk that. – I think I just want to get beyond rewrites, and into fresh creativity, but I’ve at least another year of this…
…So the sooner I write it, and stop this procrastination, the sooner I will be finished!