#drink writing

[writingfish]

The detritus of stories

partially written

scattered across dead blogs, shuttered forums, forgotten drives.

You have lost more than

you can ever remember.

The tide of inspiration

drawing away.

At the ocean's edge

you bid farewell.

Your footsteps

the only ones on sand.

It is just you now.

It will always be you.

[tomorrowandthesun-blog]

I've been writing and sipping Baileys for the last few hours. I have to keep reminding myself that sometimes what I write is quite good and other times it is quite shit, but rarely can I tell the difference during the actual act of writing. 

So basically I just have to keep writing above the little voice in my brain that likes to yell that everything sucks.

Yep. That's the plan.