The actual authoring is underway- at last. As feared, it is going to kill me. I've been told since I was small that I should write... not because I'm a great author, but because I have stories to tell. I thought the point of telling them was to get "it" out, whatever "IT" is. Writing doesn't seem to be doing that so much for me... I think it's killing me. Some of the stories are as frightening to read as if I were hearing them for the first time myself. Some are breaking my heart. Some just seem to hover like dark stormclouds. I'm thinking of posting them but I just haven't been able to bring myself to do it yet. They are in ink on paper... the process is underway.
Posted by her at 16:46