Candles are lit. Aromas of Wyndmere’s “Refreshing” and “Mentally Sharp” essential oil blends are wafting from the fountain. Music is playing. Tim is in his apartment, painting, and dogs and Tom are snoozing.
After two hours, I have two new paragraphs. ARGH. I will finish this chapter before I close my eyes tonight. I know so much of what comes next, but I’ve struggled to get there. It’s very different writing alone. If this were a TJB novel, or a Lambert & Cochrane collaboration, I could talk it out with Tim or Jim (or Timmy, in days of yore).
I know that sooner or later, everything will start clicking. But I’m an Aries, so I want it to be sooner.
I have faith in you.