Well, I've started writing morning pages as an experiment, and I'm not sure that it's going to help me much as a writer based on my first few outputs. But all the exponents of it say that it takes a while to see the benefits of that part, so I'll persevere for a bit and see what happens.
However it is providing an outlet for a seemingly huge store of emo navel-gazing. Sometimes I think I am a teenager masquarading in the body of an adult woman. Be thankful my friends that you don't have to read this stuff. Based on my literary outings to date I should be striding across the windswept moors wrapped in a shawl looking tragic, yet strangely enigmatic.
So I'm going to try for a bit more positivity round here. I've already listed out the 10 things that I am grateful for today over on
scieppan's journal and that was a powerful reminder that life is good, most of the time, and not emo-doom-and-gloom land. Yes, life is actually a good thing. And we will move forward from there. *nods*