I can smell another spring storm on the wind. Threads of cool air have hitched a ride with the fierce humid wind and it feels good to stand outside with my eyes closed and my hair whipping around my face.
I keep taking long, deep breaths–hoping not only to chase away the stale, overworked, office air from my lungs, but to maybe flush out the cobwebs from this tired brain of mine.
I’ve been sinking so deeply into the story during rewrites that it feels like I awaken in the afternoons wrapped in fog, strangely disconnected and blinking into the world around me.
I’m performing evening tasks, excited that I’m making decent progress, but still, there’s this low, simmering frustration at times because as always, I’m battling that procrastination from perfectionism I wrote about here and here.
Do you ever feel overwhelmed by the endless possibilities on that blank page?
Normally, I’m inspired by all that space waiting to be filled. But in going over first drafts, it’s easy to let the possibilities cause a bit of second guessing here and there.
I’ve figured out that when this happens, it’s usually time for a break. Breathing a little fresh pre-storm air does seem to help. 🙂