Getting trapped can set you back weeks, days, hours, months. Does it really matter how long? Keep it in your heart and your mind. If you have to take a physical breather, do so if you must. But don't stop writing in your head.
Within my mind is where I flesh a lot of my story out. I know it's not the most efficient, but I've decided that if it's not important enough to remember (or write down the moment I think of it), well, then it is not meant to be and so must be left by the wayside for the scavengers to pillage.
I only know that you keep going. You keep writing, you keep editing, you continue onward. It will always be an uphill battle. All the best things are. And such battles are uphill all the way to the end, even past the final word.
That is what I tell myself because that is what I believe. I love my writing and I love the opportunity to write, but it is true, what Ernest Hemingway said, 'All you do is sit down at the typewriter and bleed.'
Bleed, I must, or I am not giving enough of myself to my work.
And so I bleed. And so I bleed.
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