I thought it would be fun to share bits of what I was working on, but apparently, that’s not something I can do, anymore. I used to share rough drafts of what I was writing, daily, on my live journal back in the day. I guess I thought it was fun and a win-win. I guess that was my arrogance. That *some* people enjoyed reading what I wrote as much as I enjoyed reading their reactions – and feeling their encouragement.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned about myself in picking the activity of writing back up this year, it’s that I’m more resilient and more self-driven than before. I don’t need people’s praise, although I do enjoy the collaborative effort with a new friend I’ve made… I don’t need to post my work somewhere. I don’t really need to share it the way I had this drive to before – like if I didn’t have people reading something I wrote, I would sink and drown.

I don’t have that anymore. I’ve written a few stories that just live on my Google Drive with no overwhelming need. *I* enjoy reading them, as arrogant as that may sound. But, I don’t NEED to share them with anyone. I’d like to. Maybe. Maybe not. It’s a lot of effort to edit them to be post-able. And what I have on the page is enough for my imagination. It’s imperfect, but it’s them – the characters. And I love them, still root for them, after all these years.

And in my imagination, and on those virtual pages. They live, they breathe, and ultimately win.

Love, ~Rose

Word count goal for the week: 6000
Total word count for the week: 7700
Story word count: 37,092