My problem with writing is this: I don't want to face the rawness that accompanies it.
I'm talking specifically about my novel...(I have no legitimate excuse besides distractions and laziness when it comes to my science blog).
I'm tackling topics that are hitting so close to home and are so raw that they make my chest ache just by reading over the last few lines. I'm not ready. It's hard.
It's really, really hard. And I also associate the story too much with my mom, because I told her the storyline when we were at the last cancer survivors event that she ever went to.
She loved it.
But that makes it harder.
I'm going to stop talking about this now because I was having a good day and I think I'm just going to have to admit to myself that even though it's raining and it would be an amazing day to spend writing...I just can't do it yet.
That sucks.
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