Suddenly, I know.
Suddenly I know what I have to do, what I have to write, and how it can be done. Suddenly everything is clear, the fog is lifted, and perspective has shifted. Everyone who told me who I was, and prevented me, and tried to direct, steer me away: they are nothing.
Who needs their opinion, who needs their input? I can do it, I can do it.
I know the message of my novel now. There is no point writing an empty story. In this world full of turmoil and ugly disaster, people need to read a message. I have one. This is what has prevented my writing; trying to write an empty story. That's the Missing Link, the Missing K; if there is no message, its just descriptive drivel on a page.
I hope I don't burn out. I hope I can go the distance this time.
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