It’s been a long, long time since I sat down and let the voices in my head run freely onto the page (or screen)…
I believe they are starting to question my love for them and if I still care enough about them to ever set them free.
So, with that being said. I’m sitting here sipping on my second cup of green tea while I try to figure out what exactly made me give up and stopped writing so much. I have an amazing (If I toot my own horn- Toot Toot 😉 lol ) story sitting in my briefcase halfway through the second draft, and countless other notes and partial stories sitting right alongside it. So why am I not diving into completing them??
I keep saying its “Life” and getting too caught up with working versus relaxing and taking the time to “work” on what I love and what one day I hope will be one of my main sources of financial stability. But the fact is, or what I now have come to terms with, is it’s not “Life” that is throwing a wrench in my brain train, its that I’ve lost my sense of privacy.
I’m a very private writer, I like to lock myself up in my house (or room… or car… or hide in the woods.. lol whichever fuels my thought process) and since I’ve switched jobs and have been spending more time traveling and not really having a set schedule to go by, my mind just doesn’t seem to feel as free as it did when I was home.
It is far beyond time to change that.