Cleared off my desk and feel like I can breathe again.

45 minutes on my novel which looked like a lot of staring out the window, playing with my slinky and jotting notes.

In my process notebook, I wrote about how I’m trying to decide where a particular scene fits but then questioned if “decide” is the right word. It’s more of a discovery or excavation.

Like Michelangelo said: “…chip away everything that doesn't look like David" or "carve until I set him free…”

The story already exists. Writing shows me the path. I chip away at all that isn’t the story until the story is revealed, until it is set free.

Morning pages in the afternoon and that’s okay.

I love this quote! Writing is definitely about exploring my inner wilderness whether it’s a novel, essay, poem, or my journal.

Onward!