I have been working on a novel for over a year now
word by word, page by page, I see images reflected from my mind
onto a screen
Too often, I think I will never be able to finish it
Too often, I feel my writing will never be good enough
But every time I think
I've spent too
much time
I've poured too large a part of my soul into it
I'd prove myself to be the idiot I've always believed
myself to be if I stop now.
And you know what? It works every time.
And now, a month into a depressive writer's block,
a year into life-threatening anxiety,
I still think I've gone too far
Too far to stop now, for any reason
I've worked too hard to give up now, we all
have.
And
it's not only the novel I speak of.
