Oh now really. This is beginning to get on my nerves. My Writer has been having far too many problems with her sleeping and her medications and whatnot, and its getting in the way of the words I'm trying to give her. There's a block in her mind, the words are traveling and getting there, but each time she goes for days without breaking it open, the day she finally does they fall upon her like a blizzard. Tuesday she wrote furiously, getting 6.9K in one span of waking hours. But the few ones before and the one after my words have only been able to trickle through a small window in that block. Yes, she has magnificently validated me by reaching the 25K NaNoWriMo before the midpoint of November, but that isn't what I want.

I want to know she wants to write every day. She tells me she does, constantly annoying me with her promises but often not actually doing so, hard as she tries. I want her to try, and to succeed, but the whining vexes me so. This up and down and this way and that is giving me whiplash, and really is not conducive to my wanting to give her words. She moans and complains a LOT on the days when her mind isn't letting me in, when I can't reach her soul and provide her the true sustenance she needs. It doesn't help her get over it. She's getting in my way, and ultimately in her own.

Above all, I want my Writer to relax. This thing she has about having set routines doesn't help her get the words, nor me to find them sometimes. Yes, we had a steady stream of words for some time, but we've only just begun this Journey of Words. There will be hard times along this road, and we can't keep looking for the easy way. It's not the way the Characters went, and it isn't even there.

Sometimes she says she feels so alone on this path.

Sometimes I want her to reach out for my hand, as I do for her.