My Monday motivation comes from the childhood story: The Little Engine that Could. I’m caught between a rock and a hard place, an uncomfortable squeezing pressure where I know I need to write (the Odin Saga, a MedEvil Romantasy, set in the kingdom of Velez) but my motivation rests on the railroad track, staring straight ahead, scrutinizing the line, wondering if a heart has the strength to start the engine. I’m a storyteller. My job is to scribe words. All I need to do is press the ignition and start the engine, and I say to myself…
I think I can. I think I can… Go the distance?
I’ve been suffering from burnout. I knew I was encountering fatigue prior to the completion of the Women of Stampede series novels. When my mind couldn’t fall asleep at night and in the morning a body couldn’t get out of bed. In an attempt to return to a more balanced mind, I’ve been resting or trying to rest. But a gentle tug of will, a whisper in the wind, grasps me and leads me toward the ignition switch… Does this make any sense?
I’m sitting on the track. I’m gathering strength, preparing to start the writing engine.
I think I can. I think I can.
Write. One word at a time, returning to the Kingdom of Velez.