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