The Fight to Write:

The Fight to Write:

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These are just little things I make as I work to get back onto the horse. I've been gone for a long time, and it's high time I try to make a comeback. The characters in these writings are expressly mine, or in the sense that there are people related to a few of the characters, and should not be used in any works without prior, express and purposeful approval from myself, and myself alone. God above, please don't let me make a fool of myself. This will be moreso in a sort of Journal Format, in a sense. In between entries, there may be one or two Short stories, once I manage to field something concrete, or even remotely sensical. Till then, it will mostly be snippets of what I do. What I'm thinking as I type. What I say, within and outward, as I gaze towards this canvas of digital tapestry...
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As I stare at myself in the mirror, I don't even recognize the reflection. I'm a married woman, and I can't get over that. I'm only wearing red lace underwear at the moment. I wear sexy panties and bras now because I have someone who's seeing them every day other than myself. Does he wear special boxers...? I'm not ready to think about Silas that way yet. It is still too weird. I am a little surprised that I haven't had a meltdown yet. I've never had a panic attack before, but my life has been turned upside-down. I have a pretty damn good excuse to have one. Everyone is probably expecting that I will. They may even be surprised that I haven't yet. Eight years erased... Eight years to learn... I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I'm still me... just older. I rub lotion into my face, examining it closely. Still me. Same blue eyes. Same shallow dimples in my cheeks. Same lips that cover straight teeth that my parents paid a lot of money for. I step back and take in my body. A little curvier then I remember, but not by much. I guess with marriage comes comfort weight. My hair is the same blonde, just longer. How odd to have everything the same... yet so different. Completed July of 2019

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