I’ve decided to give Destiny a go while I’m working on editing Climbing Yggdrasil. I got over 1,000 words out in the first sitting and am itching to get back to it. I made a realization yesterday, that I am hesitant to do any writing if I’m not sitting in front of my computer. There’s nothing stopping me from writing in a notebook or on the back of an envelope and typing it into Scrivener as soon as I can. I might even do a bit of editing or rearranging as I’m transferring from paper to computer.
I’ve built up all these mental blocks in my head about writing, it seems. “No, I can’t do that.” Why the hell not?
“You would have your husband tainted by the Unraveler’s power? You would make yourself a slave to one of his minions?”
“Anything to keep him with me.”
Brother Horas shook his head. “My child,” he said, “all Paths come to an end. If Destiny wills–”
“Fate is the one who ends the Path,” Donja interjected.