Yesterday, last night specifically, I opened my laptop not to answer a prompt, not to write a short story or a reflective moment, but to work on my novel in progress.

It is harder work. It requires a skill set I am still developing as I go. It is exciting and also so stinking hard.

I closed the lid on my writing contraption and said, “Who am I kidding? I can’t do this. It’s overwhelming. It’s too much.”

Naturally, I justified my melodrama.

“If I keep writing this, or even trying to, I will lose all the joy I reap from less challenging pieces. I must quit and accept my limitations.”

Very noble. Extremely dramatic.

Then another voice, slightly irritating and still mine, chimed in.

“Woman, remember your bucket list? The one you shared? I thought finishing this was number one.”

Rude.

Eventually, all my inner ramblings gathered into one reluctant conclusion.

“Fine. Dang it. I will get back on the writing horse tomorrow. Even if I wrestle with one sentence all day, I will not give up on myself. I can do hard things.”

The melodrama did not entirely cease. After all, I am me.

But tomorrow is today.

So, this is my public pep talk.

It may be challenging. It may be daunting. But I am going in. I will flourish, if only in the effort.

Now quit procrastinating. I see what you are doing.

Oh Laptop, Scribbles, as I affectionately call you, I am back.