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 response I can elicit. It’s a thrill unmatched.  It’s been awhile since I rallied and marshalled my humble talents and got to some serious writing but I’m poking at the proverbial bear and trying to get some more development done.  It’s exciting.  It’s exhausting.  It’s nerve wracking.  It IS my artistic baby after all. Is it good enough?  Will anything come of it? Am I as good as I think I am?   

 ... I suppose we will find out.   


  

 

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