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bluecastleSo I realized something interesting last night I as I struggled away with my little story... and made a little progress...
I've felt like writing has been calling to me lately, and I have followed where my muses are leading me, but something has felt different and I haven't been able to put my finger on it. But last night I realized that Writing was hard and I still wanted to do it anyway. This set me back a bit, as I'm rather the poster child for Learned Helplessness. Usually, the minute something is hard to do... I run away as fast as ever I can. Giving up is usually my go to solution, but for some reason lately with the writing I run ... but I keep coming back ... sidling up to whatever I'm working on like a puppy who is scared, but wants to be petted.
I dunno if this all means anything about anything... but I find it somehow comforting.
I've felt like writing has been calling to me lately, and I have followed where my muses are leading me, but something has felt different and I haven't been able to put my finger on it. But last night I realized that Writing was hard and I still wanted to do it anyway. This set me back a bit, as I'm rather the poster child for Learned Helplessness. Usually, the minute something is hard to do... I run away as fast as ever I can. Giving up is usually my go to solution, but for some reason lately with the writing I run ... but I keep coming back ... sidling up to whatever I'm working on like a puppy who is scared, but wants to be petted.
I dunno if this all means anything about anything... but I find it somehow comforting.
