(Me. I am.)
I expect to do better from here on out, other commitments notwithstanding. Yesterday the part of me that says, "I'm not inspired to write right now" had a duel with the part that says, "Who cares? Just write something," and the former was seriously wounded.
It was a struggle for Ari to keep her atoms together. She was bombarded with lives in pain, stories begging her to follow them, clamoring like puppies in a pet store window. The stories were all different, but they all ended here. No one, she thought, was getting out alive.