The current process…
There’s so much that I want to write, but when you’re missing someone you lost, the winter months are the longest. A very good friend once sent me the song “Long December”on a particularly rough day, and I always listen to it knowing that yes, the next few weeks will be hard, but just like that first rough year, I’ll get through it.
So when the words won’t come, I push out 250 words, maybe 500, even if they’re garbage, or make a bullet point of plot ideas that will one day become a chapter, just anything to keep moving, keep writing, keep hoping for warmer days