I am certain before I begin writing a piece that I will not be able to put sentences together, or worse, that all I have to say has been said before, that there is no purpose, that there is no intrinsic authority to my own words. – Susan Griffin
The second draft is underway, albeit at a slow and casual pace for now, the first of my changes/additions has begun. The trail is littered with bloodied fingers and frayed nerves, all of which I will need to confront again and somehow overcome, but the prospect is quite an exciting one. I’ve always had a somewhat negligible tendency towards sadism, never had I thought that writing would both nurture and encourage that aspect of myself, but I am coming to learn that in order to write, we must be willing to both hurt and ruin our emotional selves.