So I wrote this post in January, and some how I forgot about it. But, I am putting it out there now. Finally. After a quarter of the year is already over...
A new year.
A blank page.
A fresh start.
A look back.
Remember when you would draw and color and you didn't care what everyone else thought of your piece to you it was a work of art? Well, I don't. It's been a long long time since I've been there.
Writing comes pretty naturally to me. I've always thought of myself as a writer, even though I just recently (in the grand scheme of things) started sharing the things I write. Making the leap and putting myself out there with my stories wasn't terribly hard for me, it felt right and easy almost. I enjoy getting feedback and tweaking and revising and sharing my words and stories. But there is this little voice that has been getting louder and louder and just won't go away.
