-
Posts
3063 -
Joined
-
Last visited
-
Days Won
2
Content Type
Profiles
News
Forums
Blogs
Gallery
Events
Everything posted by Spren of Kindness
-
Once upon a time, there was a girl who liked to write.
She had been telling stories for a very long time, and she had always had an active imagination, even if she was very quiet around most people. When she was twelve, she actually started writing and even completing some of her stories. It was exciting; and it was fun.
And then a lot of things happened. The world. School. Her own mind.
For years, she didn't manage to complete anything she started writing, and she was barely writing at all. The fun was gone, replaced by worry that one misstep could ruin everything, and make people hate her. The excitement was gone, too.
It's been a long time since I cracked ten thousand words on anything. I finished a short story a few months ago, the first thing I had finished in years. That didn't even break five thousand. I had lost it. I'm still not sure what 'it' was, but it was gone. Writing had lost it's light for me, and no surprise. I was going through some pretty bad years, and honestly, they probably aren't over, because that's life.
But I think it's getting better.
I didn't just hit ten thousand words. I've hit fifteen. And I'm nowhere near done.
I don't know what changed. Strike that. I know one thing that's changed. I stopped caring what other people were going to think of how I put together this silly language we call English. But why did that change? I have no idea. I've been trying and praying for years, and I think maybe I was starting to think that I was never going to love writing again.
Turns out, that's not true.
This is going to sound cheesy as all getout, but here goes anyway. Life gets better. The trick is, it's really hard to make that happen on your own. You need help. And that can be hard too. But it's so worth it.
I'm writing again. And that's a small thing, but it's also a pretty big thing, because I'm writing again. And it feels really good.
-
Ah, writing. In which I stare at a Google Doc for ten seconds with the wheels spinning, but without any traction, and then slink off to Google what the door of a truck bed is called.
Tailgate. The word I wanted was tailgate.
I'm really glad that scene's over, though.
