I’m trying to write this new story that’s forming in my head. But I’m also writing a different one, one that started months ago and I couldn’t progress with for quite some time. For months I was lost, writing whatever came to mind, just faking it, not able to write even one story I liked. Now I have two. Two different worlds, fighting against each other, trying to be the victor, the one to become alive in the pages of a book.
However, when I give voice to one, it’s only to find it silenced by the other. It’s like my imaginary friends are boycotting me.
That’s the only time they stop fighting, when they join forces against me.