I am not sure how full time writers do this on a regular basis. Even today I kept fighting the urge to stretch, and take that nap that is beckoning at the fringes of my conscientiousness. Felt like the day after a tough workout, I didn't want to go near the gym nor do I feel like I am ready for the fight to write these words. Yet- after I hit publish for this I will again wrestle the same fights with dyslexia, grammar, spelling, and some times a dried pool of words.
The end is in sight. This first stage is nearing the end and so many stories shudder through my being.
There's nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein.
~Walter Wellesley "Red" Smith