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I really feel the loss of luster and engagement in writing. This feels...different. It's making me so sad and bereft. Writing has been a deep well of energy and engagement and joy for me since I was nine years old, with me all my life. Add to that everyone going to WorldCon and having lives...
I feel so left behind and so....waaaaah. I know I need to pull myself together, relax, just keep on. I mean, either it will come back, that luster and confidence and joy, or it won't. One has to find the joy there is, not forever lament that which there is not. Like able bodied-ness. Certain kinds of success. Excitement and engagement in one's writing.
Oh feh. I will cry and pet some cats and wah as necessary, I guess.
I feel so left behind and so....waaaaah. I know I need to pull myself together, relax, just keep on. I mean, either it will come back, that luster and confidence and joy, or it won't. One has to find the joy there is, not forever lament that which there is not. Like able bodied-ness. Certain kinds of success. Excitement and engagement in one's writing.
Oh feh. I will cry and pet some cats and wah as necessary, I guess.
