Let’s Get Going.

Okay, so I got into the Creative Writing Program that I wanted. This is good. But now, I have to write. A lot. How can I do this? I’m so dry. How do I unclog? I want creativity to flow through me once more. But it’s not totally stagnant. I have tidbits of ideas. I need to write them down and work on them. Step by step, word by word, I can get to where I want to go. But I need to focus. I want to thrive. It’s so sunny outside, I feel like I’m in California. I’ve never been to California. I’m watching Jeopardy. I would love to be smart enough to go on Jeopardy. I know a lot really smart people, but no one who’s Jeopardy smart. Yet. Okay, let’s write. Let’s be a writer. Try it. Dive into it. But the words ring in my head, that I’m not ready. That it’s not in me. But we are masters of our own fate. This world isn’t made for people like me, but if I can make a place for myself, I’ll be okay. I’m smelly right now. I need to shower. I’m home alone. Who am I writing for? Whoever reads, I guess. UH, I want a pet. Someone to spend my time with. Someone fuzzy. I have stories and poems and essays to write. I have so much to say. But will I be disciplined enough to be able to get it out? I have stories to write and things to say. Okay, I’m going to make a list of my ideas and start some of them. I’m going to put things in motion. 

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A woman who remembers enjoying writing.
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