I am starting to think that maybe, just maybe, after a year long absence from writing for the wrong reasons, I might, just might, be slowly getting my words back. I hope. I feel them bubbly in the background but that isn't to say that they'll disappear again. I miss my words. My creative writing, that is. I miss that. It used to be my world when I was a kid. I wanted to be a writer when I grew up. I'm still growing up in some ways...
I started out writing stories that I still have, unfinished, in binders in the basement. Sad. But the ideas are still alive. Then I wrote poems, because they were shorter and could be completed in a short session. What handicapped me as a writer, I think, was never learning to write outside of emotional outbursts. Maybe that is all I am seeing now - new outbursts, only expressed in words because it has been long enough since the last outburst. Or maybe, just maybe, I am slowly learning to write with my brain as well as my heart. Hm. Or maybe I am just having an outburst of some kind right now... hm.
oh i don't know what i am saying
still looking for those words
i think i have written poems about this before
i hope they are not lost
this could be fun though, i think