A New Year, Beginning Yet Again

Some really smart person once said, "It isn't how many times you fall down, it's how many times you get back up."

This describes me perfectly. I fall down, a lot. No really, like a lot. I fall down physically a lot. I can trip over my feet, air, smooth concrete, well, you name it. I fall down mentally a lot. I obsess over small insignificant things, turning them over and over until I finally drive myself half crazy. Then I forget what I was worrying over. I fall down professionally. A lot.

In June, after receiving a negative critique and then never receiving a promised critique over my WIP I quit writing. I shelved it and decided to return to school. Something else that I had shelved. While I write in my classes, a lot, I knew I was missing something. I couldn't put my finger on it.

After my fall finals were over and I had time on my hands I was bored and a bit antsy. I didn't know what to do with myself. I couldn't decide what the problem was. Then I found it. I was daydreaming, which I do a lot, and a great story came into my brain. I could see the characters, the plot, and well, everything. I wrote it down in a very rough outline. I sat back and it was my Oprah A-HA moment. I had been missing my creative writing. I missed it a lot.

So guess who's back? I am not writing to be published, although that would be really nice. I am writing as an outlet for my creativity, my daydreams, my thoughts, my feelings and my experiences. I am writing because that's what I am. I am a writer.