Writing About Life
Sorta.
After being in somewhat of a slump and struggling to get back to writing, I had a hard time deciding just what exactly I FELT like writing.
I sifted through a few prompts, but none of them really spoke to me. I flipped through a few of my short stories from last year, realizing some were a major mess, but didn’t feel like fixing them up. So instead I sat and just wondered – what exactly DO I want to write? (see previous post of me arguing with myself)
I took my own advice, grabbing a pen and paper and just started writing. You know, it’s not too terrible. Since relationships are on my mind at the moment, that’s what poured out on the page. However, I’m not one that really enjoys romance novels or anything related to “blah blah blah I LOVE YOU SO MUCH blah blah”. I prefer it much more when someone dies. So what’s being written isn’t gushy in the least.
Point being, I’m writing. Kudos to me. 
