There’s nothing more satisfying than writing something good.
I’ve had some issues lately that have kept me from writing.
A year ago I threw away 300 poems I wrote about someone I was infatuated with.. it was such a relief. But I kept writing about him after that, and I wanted to let it go, so I just stopped.
It’s been a year now, and I wrote some new stuff a few nights ago, and I actually felt lighter. The weight in my chest lifted.
I’ve ALWAYS wanted to write a book. No particular topic. This is very important to me, though.
