twenty-four days remaining.
and now the time has come to decide.
what will your story be?
genre is tricky.
when you begin to write, you must ask yourself the most important of all questions:
have i found a niche or have i fallen into a rut?
because your nights are filled with dreams of knights and fair maidens,
of cowboys on dusty horseback,
or things that have not yet come but are whispering from the future?
do you write because these worlds intoxicate your soul? are you captivated, lost, and overwhelmed because these places love you back?
or do you write because, when pen meets paper, when soul and words collide, you find yourself with a sigh and a muttered
i don't know what to write. so i guess i'll write this. i always do.
my dear friend, do not let your stories die because you feel compelled. trapped.
for this death is the worst of all. you kill not only your characters and your literary light...but part of your ink-stained soul dies as well.
write the truth. not the requirement.
write for love.
do because you love. not because you must.
what is your soul's genre?