I left social media recently due to some shaming & bullying. It was just too negative overall lately. Even with articles that I used to enjoy reading & some pages it just seemed there was a negative feel to it & that any post or article anyone bothered to put up, someone had an issue with.
It wasn’t just the election, but that definitely made it worse.
Well, I accomplished my goal yesterday. I finished something I had never undertaken before, a novel. At 50,000 words it’s probably more like a novella, but it’s the basis of something good. I do know that.
For the past 8 years or so, I really have been wanting to write on a regular basis. Although, I’ve never felt right about rigidly disciplining myself to do so because when I have it comes off contrived. Charles Bukowski did it on a regular basis through poetry, novels, & other works. It was more inspired than not (even he admits it). But for me, it always just seemed to come when it felt like it; even when I would try otherwise to coax it out, until very recently. Feels like lately a day without blogging seems an incomplete day…