Yup, it's true. Truth be told I have no idea when this actually happened. Sometime in the past three years or so. I just noticed where I used to look at a guy and let my author mind run wild. Now when I look at people I actually get depressed. I've made it to a point where it's just not worth it anymore. Working on me just makes more sense. It was bound to happen at one point. Even when I cared about relationships I still didn't just up and leave my house for the random meet. Mind you people thought I was. I just didn't care enough to set them straight.
Saturday, 29 April 2017
Friday, 14 April 2017
So I am supposed to be giving up on this authoring business. To be fair the only thing I've written has been poems. Trying to do the April poetry month challenge. I realise that I'm wasting away sharing my shit all the time daily and I'm already four poems behind and my stress levels are still the same. This is actually why I'm supposed to be quitting writing.
I did however finally re-edit one of my novels. Dana, it really needed some love and that was fun. Something artsy that didn't require sharing or the hopes people would buy it. I just did it cause I wanted to and actually enjoyed doing it. One part of being an artist in ways that benefit my well-being, success.