I have so many plans, so many unfinished drafts, but the mischievous monster in my mind says, “Stop! Watch TV or go to sleep. We can do it later.” Because of this unrelenting encouragement, I have started to believe his lies. He has made me the master of procrastination. Unable to obtain any motivation, I feel my words stick and repeat. The writer inside is beginning to die, but she will continue to fight. If I can find a way to stop feeding the monster, maybe I can end his reign. Until then, I will never be whole. I will never be free.