Writing is heaven
I’d been dreading writing so damn much, and now I don’t know why because it’s freeing. And Beautiful. And it’s making me happy, this editing.
Crazy. I’ve feared it so much, and it turns out it’s all I want. It’s just beautiful. I forgot how in love I was with my characters, how like old friends or dear family members they are.
So foolish of my to have wasted so much time without them. Now, back on my to-do list: recreating this site so it can showcase my work; returning to workshops to recharge and be held accountable for my fiction writing, and maybe I can start - God Willing - writing poetry again.
Now that would be something…
[…] But when I peel back the layers, this IS me. Here I am, working my tail off on a project that is not going right, and wondering why I’m not writing. It’s been in my head lately that maybe what I am NOT is a writer (in spite of writing this). Because I also thought if I get this job, it’ll be FT and forget any other design, all my free time are for my family and my writing, and this university I’d be working for has a GREAT writing program. […]