While we may each be the only protagonist in the story we perceive that is our lives, I would venture to say that we are also the only true antagonist. Just as we strive for excellence in a work in progress, (which could apply to so many things really … our writing, relationships, employment, a new hair-do), we also devise ways to sabotage our progression. We get lazy. Bored. Frustrated. Depressed. And there are so many other things we could be doing that are so much easier!
“Men are not prisoners of fate, but prisoners of their own minds.”
— Franklin D. Roosevelt As writers we spend countless hours in a cell of our own making. Scratching our stories against stone walls until our fingertips are raw and bloodied, our nails having been worn to ash and grime and dust. Yet each mark, each wavy and uncertain indentation, is a testament that we are alive. We were here. That scraggly and crooked line running parallel to a crack in the mortar will remain