I am consumed.  I will not be able to sleep soon.  The writer in me will gnaw at my conscience.  I just discovered Wattpad and I stare at it.  There’s a tightness in my chest.  I’m afraid.  I want to do it.  I don’t want to do it.  I don’t have the answer and I have work to go to.
Sometimes I feel the person you are, will claw right out of you, whether you want them to or not.  My inner writer is my own demon.  I’ve been fighting it.  Sometimes I can keep it quiet.  Sometimes, it won’t come out when I want it to.  And the battle rages on.
I wish I can tell you all how this will go.  History has not been kind to me.  I have to fight an uphill climb.  To the victor belongs the spoils, or nothing at all.  Sigh.  Let the silence envelope me while I fight my demon once again.

TTR