I wish I had time enough to write.
I wish I had motivation to write when I do have the time.
I wish the sun would shine so I could go to the park to think.
I wish publishers would take a risk sometimes.
I wish my favourite pen didn’t run out of ink the minute I get to an exciting part.
I wish my characters behaved as I expected them too.
I wish I could turn out a perfect first draft, full of layers and complexity and insight and no spelling mistakes.
I wish I had a cat. And a desk. And a coffee machine. A cat who would make coffee and bring it to my desk.
I wish I had confidence in my work.
I wish I knew the future. Not in detail, just enough to stop me lying in bed at 3am, staring at the ceiling, convinced I have failed, am failing, will continue failing.
I wish for luck. All writers need luck.
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