Big, huge sigh from me...
I was in a flow. I was writing away and it was just flowing and coming to me and it was GREAT. Then, I was literally dragged away from writing, argued with about it, criticized for it, and now it's gone. All gone.
I don't feel like writing ever again. I have taken 2 days out of my very busy, very stressful life to do something for me, and now I regret it.
Why? Because on a Saturday night I ended up wanting to stay up late after all, because the flow was there. Am I tired? Yes. Would I like to go to bed? Yes. Why don't I? Because it's been so long since I had any kind of artistic flow, I wanted to keep it going till the very end.
Not allowed in this house. I still feel like a little kid under someone else's law.
But, as I've been told MANY times by the person the birthed me; this is the life I have chosen. Now I have to live with it.
Oh well... I was excited and happy...