Just tell your story. In whatever form. Raw. No edits. Try to avoid pulling in/referencing other material. Express you! I will heed my own advice. Go forth. Open a vein. Open a mind.
Sharing here has been sporadic. I don’t know if anyone gives a shit or it’s just a misplaced desire to feel relevant. I haven’t been much of a presence. Does anyone want hear what I throw together – or am I just stroking my ego? Does it matter? Do writers write knowing that what they write has been read? Or do they feel compelled to write – even to the ether. I guess I relate to both – but I favor writing with fountain pen in a paper journal. No need to share – but feel I would like others to read parts of what I write. Just thinkin….,
There’s no simple answer to the question of why I go silent – both here and in my life. It just happens. And then – one day – I pass a threshold – I break through the lid that has slammed down on my mind – to see the sun once again. I’m cherishing this moment of hope because it will fuel my return the next time I’m in the hole.