A pause. Seconds pass by. Minutes stretch before me. What am I doing? What am I waiting for?
I am waiting.
I am waiting for my strength to come back. I need my motivation. A driving force of life. A purpose laid out in front of me, clear as crystal in broad daylight. But nothing can ever be clear. Sometimes you feel your purpose is obvious with huge certainty. Other times you swell up with doubt.
YOU ARE READING
A Book Without a Plan
RandomHey there! I am an aspiring young writer with some time in her hands. I want to write. And that's what I'm going to do. I have no plan, no structure, no ideas, no plot, no characters... It's just me, my highly active imagination and my keyboard, typ...
