using your words...
A note on writing - I’ve always enjoyed writing and seemed to have a bit of a knack for it growing up. To this day, an empty page and a new pen still excite my imagination. The limitless possibilities just waiting to be sussed out, word by painstaking word. I love writing but it’s exhausting. Mentally and emotionally, it draws something out of me that, once depleted, needs a little time to regenerate and in the mean while I feel like someone who wasn’t gotten enough sleep the night before, in a low key haze. It’s a weird thing but something so simple as writing letters on paper makes me tired. And yes, I still start all my first and toughest drafts with pen and paper before I digitize. I’m old school that way. There’s something cathartic about flipping through the pages filled with your scribbles/ideas/characters/plot points. It pleases me to no end when someone reads my stuff and enjoys it, or laughs, or whatever...