I was telling a friend over drinks last Friday that, while I was doing my best to write, I felt “blocked.” She frowned at me in a way that told me I wasn’t going to like what she had to say next.
She asked, “What is your timeline to finish?”
I said, “August 1.”
“You realize that’s less than two weeks away,” she said.
I hadn’t realized that, but a quick mental calculation told me she was absolutely right. I nodded, taking a big swallow of my margarita.
“You need to get a move on,” she said.
She’s right, of course. And I realized something: “feeling blocked” is a luxury. It’s a luxury I can’t afford. That got me writing!
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