I have a story I wanna write but I haven't written anything on here literally since 2017. I reposted all my old forgotten work because I'm definitely and that age when I'm not afraid of it any more, and not I dont mean in a critical aspect. Honestly going through my work gave me so much...idk nostalgia? Pride? Regret?
Ones things for sure it definitely bringing me a bit of phantom pain, just remember all the reviewing fact checking rewriting that went to those late nights to early morning, all the weekends I spent screaming into my pillow because I had to do something for my family and stop over thinking my stories plot points and wordings. I w a nted so badly not for people to really like them (ofc I wanted people to like them) but more remember acknowledge my work interact with it, the way I did when I first started. I wanted to tell a story no one else had and make it feel real..loved...passionate
...I don't think I can do that now...