It's been a while since I've really dug into my writing, let my imagination take the reigns and my hands transcribe the tale unraveling in my head. I miss it. I've been fighting against the typical insecurities: Can I write this? Can I finish this? Is it even worth reading? I'm not a grammar wiz. The list goes on.
What I've learned, which seems to be an old and repetitive lesson: Just write. Don't worry about the other stuff. Just write.
There are so many stories itching to be set free on a page. Will I grant them freedom or keep them imprisoned in my psyche?
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