Write. Breathe. Write.

[brightrosefox]

I hate making cryptic posts.
But I must, because Something is starting to happen, and a Thing is unfolding, and there are Tasks I must accomplish...
And I am so scared I cannot stop shaking. I am writing for my life. I have to finish it. What if it's not worthy? They say it is. This is the Big Leagues. This is SO Fucking Huge. I cannot even.
I can't think.
I can only write.
Oh my gods.
I have to write.
And take more Klonopin and Passionflower.
I might lose my mind.

I'm so sorry. I can't say anything else. Maybe in private.
I've never been this excited, overjoyed, overwhelmed, and terrified all at once.
I'll manage. I'll get through.
Just breathe.
Just breathe.

JUST WRITE, WRITER, WRITE.

Comments

[unico-love.livejournal.com]

Everything will be okay:-) And congratulations! The furthest I got with my writing was having my novel read by an agent and given feedback, compliments, etc. and an invitation to send it back with corrections. Now I've decided that I don't want to do anything with writing *or* art beyond hobbies (or casual selling) because it's too stressful for me. And there's too much potential criticism. So I think I get why you'd be terrified and not just ecstatic.