Get her to the Castle

I am failing in my intention. I wanted to get some discipline and to write a bit every day.

But I am still neglecting my characters and I feel bad for it.

She deserves better, she deserves to have her story told.

And, yes, I know that the princess is a creation of my mind and not a real person with needs and feelings but in a way, she is real to me.

I have lived with her for many years. I have watched her grow with me and there is an element of me in her.

The sad little girl that started writing her story to escape, is me.

The young woman that thought she had finally found love and wrote of real love, that is also me.

And the older woman, looking back on her life and wanting this tale to finish, is me.

So, neglecting her is like neglecting me.

And it is in a real sense neglecting myself, as I find writing relaxing. It is good for me and when I do my mind is calm and absent of any daily worries.

And it is my relaxation.

But whether it is tiredness, depression, or other reasons I am blocked and cannot or do not write.

In the original version of this current version, the story starts at the new beginning. When the princess walks down a snow-laden city street to make her way back home; back to the castle.

In this current version, I am not starting there. I am starting at the reason she went home and somehow it is preventing me from moving on.

I am stuck between changing the beginning that I now like for the original idea, which also worked, but then going back to the current beginning and realising that there are characters that I introduce there that are needed and one, in particular, that has such a key role in the end that I cannot ignore them.

So, I am stuck. I need to get her to her beginning but via some other person's story.

I just need to get her to that damn castle.

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