Hyba Is Writing

  Pages From My Journal - 002: Fragility Spring has revived me, and I feel that I am emerging from a long winter's hibernation. Finally, I have the desire, the urge, to write. I know myself; these moments are often followed by deep, immersive, intensive sessions - days and days of non-stop writing and creative work, only to exhaust myself and once again fall into a silence. This moment is fragile. I am trying to handle it with care - not to allow the frenzy to take over, but rather to pace myself, to keep myself disciplined. Focused. Step by step - a marathon - not a race. And yet I can feel myself slipping at times, and I know that I can't keep a slow and steady pace forever. I've never been able to. It's all-in, or nothing at all, and everything that's meant to be in-between is so very difficult to force. Even now, as I write this, I have, in the past two days, written over 4,000 words. More than I have written in the last seven months combined. What's the sol...