Please visit me today. I’ve really been gaining weight and getting depressed and frustrated standing on the steps of your house, diligently trying to write but in reality just writing very uninspired stuff. I’m hitting delete almost as quickly as the words themselves. When will you come out to visit me? I’ve just been waiting for you to make an appearance.
Please visit me. I really need you. I need to know that it can happen, that I can put a few good words (nay, brilliant words) down on the page. That I can have a few brilliant ideas, that I can have some brilliant insight into the characters and story here. I am starting to lose belief in myself, and that is wreaking havoc on me and my wellbeing.
I’m begging. I’m in my PJs, unshowered, braces on my wrists (see? I really have been typing to the point of hurt), waiting and waiting.
I’ll be here all day.