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So I have had some major anxiety issues and such lately that I won’t go into here. I will say that it makes me doubt/question/stress over my writing, amongst other things and that, yeah, it’s one of the reasons I constantly forget to reply to comments, no matter how much I adore them - I just feel like I’d sound so trite saying, “Thanks!” to every one of them even when I feel so much more than I can put into words about them.
Anyway, my own original writing has been on the back burner for years. I honestly thought I lost most of the drafts and notes and the thought of trying to recreate it all was too overwhelming. This summer, I found a failing external drive with most but not all of them on it. Anxiety steps in, I avoid actually re-reading for fear of what is written, etc.
I reread. I started editing. I fucking love these characters. No one else might, but I do.
Spouse was out tonight and I worked for like over 6 hours straight, managed to get through something like 54k of draft, and it actually works? And pretty well at that? Minor changes still needed and it’s not complete as I fucking trolled myself and left it on a damned cliffhanger, but with notes as to what happens next.
Sorry, I’m just... really, really happy with this right now. No one was here to tear me away or tell me to stop or that it wasn’t worth it or to distract me with other stuff. I had my laptop, my writing, a giant mug of chocolate milk, and a couch full of kitties and a puppy that thinks he’s a kitty. I actually feel really accomplished right now. And exhausted as it’s midnight-thirty, but mostly accomplished.
Anyway, my own original writing has been on the back burner for years. I honestly thought I lost most of the drafts and notes and the thought of trying to recreate it all was too overwhelming. This summer, I found a failing external drive with most but not all of them on it. Anxiety steps in, I avoid actually re-reading for fear of what is written, etc.
I reread. I started editing. I fucking love these characters. No one else might, but I do.
Spouse was out tonight and I worked for like over 6 hours straight, managed to get through something like 54k of draft, and it actually works? And pretty well at that? Minor changes still needed and it’s not complete as I fucking trolled myself and left it on a damned cliffhanger, but with notes as to what happens next.
Sorry, I’m just... really, really happy with this right now. No one was here to tear me away or tell me to stop or that it wasn’t worth it or to distract me with other stuff. I had my laptop, my writing, a giant mug of chocolate milk, and a couch full of kitties and a puppy that thinks he’s a kitty. I actually feel really accomplished right now. And exhausted as it’s midnight-thirty, but mostly accomplished.