Sean (darksoul) wrote,
Sean
darksoul

The price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings...

Writing seems like such a chore these days, even though there are legions of things I could be writing about. Life? Crazy and zany. Goals and plans? Schemes for all sorts of things are rolling about in my head. Drama? Pfft. Always. Short stories and other free form fiction writing? Who knows how many things I've started writing and just hit "Delete" once I was done. Part of the issue is that I've lost sight of what writing for me is all about. I worry too much about how much of what is going on in my head will leak out into what I write. A silly notion because I share most of what is going on in my head with those around me. As much as I claim that I don't care how people judge me, I really kinda do, just with those that are important to me. Blah.
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