Relearning the Ropes

   I stare at my screen on stream and wonder how I managed to stream this long back in October. Longer, even. I can't help but wonder at what part of my mind has changed since I last wrote like this. I snap back and go back to talking as I write. I disassociate and find myself walking around the park with the moon shining above me. 

    "Do you doubt the process again, Sanctus Scriptor?" I hear a comforting voice ask. I turn my head to see Elyon walking beside me, just as he usually does when I walk alone at night. 

    "I am not sure if I am doubting it. I just don't remember my writing being this long-winded and ... well, boring to read."

    "And how do you know it is boring to read?"

    "I mean, I figure that if I am having a hard time keeping up with the story, how is someone else supposed to keep up with it?" I ask hypothetically.

    "The same way they keep up with your blog posts." Elyon jokes. "In due time and at their own pace."

    I snap back to reality as I see a friend comment well on my writing. I feel a bit better, but I can sense the thoughts still in the back of my mind. 

    "You are still relearning the ropes, Sanctus Scriptor." Elyon comes to my side and hugs my shoulders. "Trust the process. Keep going, even when the inner voices your head tell you to stop and think logically about what you are doing." He produces a tarot card and places it face down on my desk. I flip it over to reveal the upright Queen of Swords card. We both smile as the card reminds me that I have some clarity and some perspective on what I am doing with my writing. He takes the tarot card back and leaves me to get back to steaming and back to writing.

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