There are books that have been in my drafts for 5 years. And books that have been in my mind for 10. I think I’m healed enough to just… be free again? Idk, I just know I miss writing. So I’m letting everything out the box. I’m writing it all. I’m unloading the clip. Every story, every chapter. No matter how good or bad the chapters may be. Screw it I’ll edit later. But I want to finish these stories. Even if it’s just for myself. If for no other reason than to have the space in my mind that they have been occupying for what feels like eons. I don’t even know if I still can write. Whether I’m good at it or not, I’m just gonna do it. Okay? Okay.