Hello everyone,

In my first post, I mentioned that I was working on a young adult thriller. Well, I wish I could say that I am finished but I’m not. I have it all mapped out to but now that I’m almost there my brain froze.

The creativity isn’t flowing. It’s almost like trudging up a steep sandy hill. You’re almost there you can see the finish line, as you run you hit a figurative wall. The air leaves your lungs, your muscles scream in protest. Your legs are numb, black blurs the edges of your vision.

“Almost there” you could see the finish line, “just a few more steps.” You push yourself to the limit that last leaping step launches you forward giving you the momentum needed to break the white ribbon.

You won! The elation of your first win envelopes you. The relief that you made it is the only thing keeping you upright. Everyone cheers as you stand bent over trying to catch your breath.

You made it, to the end!