Writing, Rewriting, and Actually Finishing

l.k. ode

You can hide an idea in your belly for months.

You can keep pruning and perfecting, all the while your fear of failure grows. It grows until it overshadows you — swelling until you are eventually engulfed and lost within.

The thing that practically begged you to write it into existence one feverish night is now left on the shelf to collect cobwebs. To wilt away…