January 26, 2004

• Writing...

  
  

  I've always written.  Journals, daydreams.   And a few stories.

  
  

  The stories however I doubted myself in...mostly cause I showed them to my mother, and well her words were never encouraging.  She has a bad habit of saying that was good "but".  I never heard the good, only the but.

  
  

  So, I stifled it.  And did a lot of journalling but not a lot else.

  
  

  The last year of role-playing has been intriguing.  Its been a challenge.  The struggle to find my own-writing-identity.   To rediscover what morals I wanted to keep, and which I now felt were "off" or could be stretched a bit. 

  
  

  The stretch to use new words, to grow my characters and the world I developed into something believable yet grounded into fantasy.

  
  

  The first person willing to "play" with me was Misty.  *grin*   And from there as I've learned more and stretched myself into places and things I would have never thought I could write others have come to "play" with me.

  
  

  I know I'm still not good enough to sale anything.  But  I'm slowly gaining confidence and finding my feet.  And today, I actually wrote something that when I was done I was proud of. 

  
  

  Its the first time.  And you know what?  everybody else may think it was garbage...snicker.  But for me it was from the heart and a fascinating experience to watch a character I write become something above and beyond the box that I thought I'd put myself into.   Its fun to step out of the box.  

  
  

  Its fun to be stretched.  And I'm so greatful to each of the writers who have played with me, and allowed me to find a side of myself that had gotten so stifled I didn't even know if I still had it....

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