My life has been full of unexpected twists and turns. Full of happenings that crumble the bedrock of everything I believe of people. Many times I’ve pondered the different paths I chose, and many times I’ve wondered if I chose correctly.
I’m facing a new fork in the road, and though it is something I’ve anticipated (and maybe even secretly hoped for), it’s no less daunting standing in front of it.
Left or right, no matter how I choose, the repercussions are going to follow me for the rest of my life.
So I’m holding my breath.
As it turns out, holding my breath is great for my writing. All these emotions, confusions, fears, and uncertainties have compiled themselves into fuel. I’ve started that SNI. My MC’s voice came to me in the middle of all of my confusion.
I now know exactly how she feels, and exactly how to put it to words. It all just clicked into place.
It’s amazing how things work, isn’t it?
And as for which path to choose, that will come with time, and I’m hoping it will bring great things.
Do you find this happens to you? Is your writing dependent on your own emotion?