Writing

It’s a new year. Here’s hoping it’s a good one.

Oddly enough, I don’t write this for you, really.

Impermissible fantasies

So much to write. So little time.

I’ve been writing a LOT less lately. Some thoughts about why that might be.

I’m finding it challenging to write. My internal censor has been very active lately.

A reader doesn’t like my writing, doesn’t like me. But keeps coming back. I respond.

What am I writing? Wouldn’t you like to know….

A beautiful stranger and I share a connection at the bar, but she leaves with someone else. I’m envious, sort of, and I’m projecting, and I know it.

My writing is much less manic than it once was.