When we write it’s intensely personal. You get giddy over the story ideas because they will cause more conflict you know your reader will love that they keep reading your story. I know this is how I’ve been the last month. Between writing what I’m doing now on my year-long journey, my first ever attempt at fiction, and most importantly Mari’s book. These are what bring me pure joy to do.
But the bottom line to all of this is you leave yourself exposed as you have put part of yourself into it. Writing has become freeing for me. I’m able to use it during my grief journey so my emotions infuse themselves into what is written on the page right there for everyone to view. So my naked prose is there ready for someone to read. How about you?