She didn't bring an extra notebook on this vacation, which is unusual for a vacation where she stays in the same place for the whole week. Maybe she didn't bring one because she didn't have faith that her writing voice would ever return, it has been gone for such a long time. But she should know by now, when she least expects it, is when the voice returns.
So instead of writing in a notebook, she is going to have to type directly to this page, and maybe that's okay. It seems to be how it has been in this last year: typing, editing, typing, editing, and reading and rereading for what seems a hundred times. Maybe this is her new process and she just needs to embrace it. Maybe though, she needs to let some of that perfectionism go, and just let the words flow. Maybe this is where she needs to find the truest, rawest, uncensored voice.
She knows she wants the voice so she can become a better writer, but she needs the voice to find and express emotion, she needs the voice to find herself.
She can't let the voice slip away again.
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