In the midst of all that mayhem I started writing again. Actually I started editing material I'd put aside earlier in the year. It felt like writing was the only thing I could control, not that characters ever let you do that, they just allow you to think it. But the writing has helped so much. It gives me a channel for decompressing, for focusing on something other than my ceaseless whining. I'm no longer telling myself it's too late, I'm too old, or I suck at it lol. I'm just concentrating on making each line each paragraph as good as I can make it. The rest will be what it is.
Now its December and the baby steps are gone, I'm walking instead of crawling. The steps are slow and laborious (have to get back into shape. One crisis at a time people!) but headed foreword, not standing still.
I write everyday and will continue to do so. I'm also way more positive than I was. Should be finished editing "Ghost in the Forest of Goldshire" by this weekend at the latest and I'm gonna put it up on a separate page just for Ghost's stories.
Just feeling better and wanted the few out there to know.
Ive been playing this song at home and on facebook daily for the past couple of months.
Sweet friends forgive me. I know you're sick of hearing it. This is the last time.
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