For an OCD-tinted, anxiety-ridden, world class over-achiever such as
myself I lack a remarkable amount of discipline.
I am forever busy as the proverbial bee. I am constantly buzzing,
sticking my little bee parts into my writing, scooping out literary pollen
here, depositing storied pollen there. It is literally exhausting. So, why can’t
I pop out novels faster? Why can’t I churn out these books at the furious pace
in which I write them?
Discipline, I assume.
Easy answer, right?
But how does one punish a bumble bee without squashing it? Somebody,
please, tell me that.
*sighs*
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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