Writing & Life

All my life I've had a clear answer to 'What I want to be when I grow up?' However, it seems to change every 2-3 years.

Another reason I can't finish my short story is that I can't focus on one topic for very long. I seem to really obsess about an idea for a little while, then move on when I figure out a piece.

I've thought of so many variations of how they wind up together, including the one I started. However, I'm having a hard time finishing it. It's like I have to make this first one absolutely perfect as if it would be the only one.

I suffer from anxiety for a number of reasons. One being that I am great at thinking of the worst thing that could possibly happen. The second is the ability to think about that and only that obsessively.

I started writing years ago. But the level of comfort I have with the reading side of this has been growing. Partly by force. It's sort of a 'hold my breath and push enter' when it comes to posting things online.

My scatterbrained need for variety also has me expanding into non-fiction. A space I never thought I would venture into. This blog may never turn into anything but practice. But practice is alright. I need practice after all.