After an emotional and busy 2024, I've finally started writing. I'm hoping to be able to spend 2025 doing more creative things. Getting back to the things I've enjoyed doing. Writing, I'm hoping, will be one of those things. I've finished obligations and now would like to do things for myself that aren't under any timelines. Hoping that now that we've got our house, there isn't anything I have to wait for or expect this next year. I've missed writing and have hated that between the new house, loss of my cats, and stuff that I put on my own plate, I didn't have the time to write or if I did, I didn't have the mental space for it. I've had ideas of current WIPs run through my head. So I'm hoping that I can finally expell them. I'm just proud that I've currently written 780 words. I thought rewriting an old completed novella might be something that could get me back into the thick of it. I'm hoping that I'm right. |
Who would've thought that the place I'd escape to from the real world is the place I've always called home (for twenty years come August. )? Okay, I just really aged myself there and I think I might need a place to sit. How has it been twenty years? Was I really only fourteen (very nearly fifteen)? Hoo boy. |