I want to disappear into writing. I want to find that love again, to get lost in the words until I look up and realize I’d been gone for hours. I miss coming up with ideas, of things to share. It used to be so effortless. And now I have to push myself to write, to make it seem as effortless as it seems to others.
It wasn’t always like this and I long for the days when it was.
I will keep writing though. I will keep writing a little bit a day until my ideas come back to me; until I have a story worthy of publication. Until then, I will craft little vignettes for my blog that others can enjoy. That in itself is something to be proud of.
I can only compare myself to myself. The writer I am now is no longer the writer in the days of yore. The writer of the past has grown since then.
The writer has become a woman.
The writer has become a lover.
The writer is more…