Writing About Not Writing: Chapter 1
I only have about three more months in my 26th year.
It's always felt like a bit of cheat that my birthday is so close to the new year because while everyone else get to have two chances to make resolutions, mine are prepackaged together. I only get to experience one day in my "new year" before everyone else gets theirs.
Over the summer, I'm lying, over the past year, my writing life has remained stagnant. Now that autumn is fast approaching and my grey hairs are getting considerably more noticeable I've decided to take action before my birthday rolls around again. I have to remind myself constantly to reassess before I jump into the all-too-familiar shark pit of horrifying life predictions my anxiety comes up with.
This year while I wasn't writing I was busy taking control of my finances...usually in a way that involves a week of binge spending followed by a week of ramen, but it's still an improvement. I have also been reading more and listening to more audio books. Spirituality books with Pagan leanings in addition to some sci-fi and horror novels have been occupying my eyes and ears as of late. I've also gotten deeply into true crime thanks to My Favorite Murder podcast that sent me in a tailspin of other true crime podcasts and documentaries. I've also started to seriously de-clutter and decorate my apartment along with my girlfriend. We've been in the the same space for over three years but I never really focused on making our space anything more than just live-able so it feels good to create a space where I feel more at home.
I took a writing class yesterday all about getting started writing again. I'm hopeful. I'm going to make writing a priority in my life again. I'm wiping the slate clean. I'm not going to censor or direct myself or think about what I should be writing or if it's readable or sell-able or worth doing. I'm just going to start, it's not too late.