The important thing is that I enjoyed writing them. The act of creation was fun. There were no inhibitions on the subject matter, no concerns towards the quality of the plot, no real regards given to the motivations of the characters. The stories existed simply because I wanted them to.
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I stopped for a long time.
There would be brief sparks where I would put pen to paper, or, more accurately, key to screen, but they were few and far between.
And it took a long time.
It was because I was afraid.
I was afraid of what would spill out onto that page because what will spill out onto that page would be me. The act of writing is something so incredibly vulnerable.
So I need to change that. I need to approach my writing as fearlessly as I can. Or use that fear to drive forward regardless.