There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.
― Maya Angelou, an American poet, memoirist, actress, and civil rights activist. (b. 1928)
Oh so true.
Some of the stories inside are happy, some sad; some decadent, some holy. But whether happy or sad each is on the inside fighting to get out. And their struggle–for it is my struggle as well–causes pain.
Do I struggle to write them from fear of failure or from fear of success? Or just from fear?
We all know “butt in chair.” What else do you do to extricate the stories in you? Share below.


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