I started the year full of hope and a game plan that was ambitious, but not well thought out. I ran into trouble when I tried to tackle my first self editing project and failed miserably. And the accident further derailed me. I have spent most of this year not feeling like much of a writer.
But the past week or so, I feel like I can see a light at the end of the tunnel (and for right now I’m convinced it’s NOT a train of distraction). The words aren’t coming as easily as they used to, but it’s no longer like I’m trying to swim through a pool of tapioca with one hand tied behind my back. I feel like that moment that happens in all the 80’s Underdog-Makes-Good stories. Right now there’d be cut scenes of me hitting the bag in the gym, or making speeches and getting applause — while my love interest looks at me with fresh eyes.
And I thoroughly hope this is my montage moment, because the next scenes always show the MC confronting the Big Bad (in my case finishing edits on Beauty) and winning. I could go for a win right now.
P.S. I dare you to click this