This week was not a shining one for me. It was a quieter one at least, but I feel I dropped a lot of balls, and I feel I’m starting to drift in my writing. Granted I always become more pessimistic when I’m ill but still, I need to arrest this spiral, real or imagined. And the best way to do that is to kick off a new project. Well, bought a new journal today, and I’m hoping it’s gonna grow into That project.
To be clear, writing ATM is still nice, but I am restless. I’d love to just write comfort fiction, but I feel compelled to go grander. Just need to be sure it’s not at the expense of my health, because that ain’t looking so great right now.