First Steps are Big Steps

I love writing. I've been writing since I learned I could make my own stories, and I started an epic (I'll finish it eventually, but there's, like, research involved, don't rush me) when I was around 10 - 11. I still want to finish it even though it's basically Avatar the Last Air Bender, but I can make some changes it's fine and I will. I finished my Seeker trilogy a few months ago and am just waiting on the publisher to get back to me. Which I'm sure they will. Eventually.

That said, I haven't been writing. At all. It was a struggle to finish my trilogy, a real struggle, and since starting it I was diagnosed with depression, had a terrible psych, started counseling, got a much better psych, got medicated (hallelujah, better living through chemistry) but... I still don't want to write. Not like I used to. (In the time since starting the first book I also changed jobs four times, moved twice, started dating, got married, adopted a second dog... yeah.)

I've finally started coming up with a few ideas again, and I always enjoy talking them out, but I can't get myself to commit them to the page. My sister recommended I start this blog as a change of pace. It's closer to talking to people than writing a regular random scene would be, and maybe I'll get some gratification feedback. Only thing to do is try it out, so here's the first post. Fingers crossed for many more.

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  1. uncle pat's window seatJanuary 18, 2021 at 5:55 PM

    So you had a transfusion and replaced the ink in your veins with "normal" human blood? Who''m I gonna look up to as a rôle model?

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    1. RabbitJanuary 20, 2021 at 5:52 AM

      Oh shit, you were looking up to me? I was looking up to you. Crap... WHO'S DRIVING?!?!

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  2. JulieJanuary 18, 2021 at 5:58 PM

    Pontificate away!

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  3. Kayli RhodesFebruary 5, 2021 at 12:38 PM

    This is a great idea and I really hope that it helps you to get back into the habit of writing.

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