The fear of not enough time
In the wee hours of the morning, I woke up with a sense of dread.
Dread because I realized that time is running out to write all the stories I want to tell.
The characters in my head determined to get on the page.
The stories people of great wisdom have shared with me over the years.
Adventures past and yet to be experienced and shared.
So many stories.
Time is strange. Some scientists and thinkers argue that time is a social construct, an illusion.
What I know is this: a year quickly flies by. 2024 is here now, but 2025 will be here before we know it.
Now, I am putting a fire underneath my butt to get more writing and storytelling accomplished.
Love,
Shannon
