Writing...
I don't mean to sound braggy here b/c I'm not a bragger. In fact, most of the time I'm fairly certain that everything I do sucks... but this past week I've gone back and read some things that I've written, and I'm like, "Whoa... did I really write that?" B/c it's actually good, and I liked it. I don't even remember writing some of it... and some of it I remember writing and thinking it was crap.
I think I'm just really hard on myself.
Anyway, I just reread a short story I started a long time ago, and I really liked it. I need to finish it. I haven't written anything really since before I had the miscarriage. I had it, and that part of me died. I need to resurrect it. I've been feeling the need to start writing again. Writing for real. That short span of time when I was waking up early to write before the kids woke up... I really felt good. I need to do that again.
So, yeah, I miss writing. The end.
I think I'm just really hard on myself.
Anyway, I just reread a short story I started a long time ago, and I really liked it. I need to finish it. I haven't written anything really since before I had the miscarriage. I had it, and that part of me died. I need to resurrect it. I've been feeling the need to start writing again. Writing for real. That short span of time when I was waking up early to write before the kids woke up... I really felt good. I need to do that again.
So, yeah, I miss writing. The end.