I didn’t realize it’s been eight years since I posted here. A funny thing happened that younger me thought I was impervious to… Writer’s block, and creative burnout. Let’s go back. Waaaaaay back to the year 2016 when I was knee deep in edits, in discussion with an editor, and broke af. Being broke was as easy as getting a job, unfortunately the job created a lot of additional stress. Combine that with the pressure that comes with having an actual editor look at your work, well… I crumbled. I fell hard, and it took me about six years, a lot of therapy, and a new ADHD/Autism diagnosis to help sort me out.
Now I would consider myself to be on a path of healing. Not just my body (re-centering the central nervous system anyone?), not just emotionally (hey there past trauma), but also creatively. It started by reaching out to my editor who last left me with a looooong list of suggestions, edits, and assignments. Then I opened a story… and another story… and another story. And I put fingers to keyboard, and I wrote some stuff, and edited some stuff. Added and deleted scenes. I found something I had missed so terribly for all that time, and realized it hadn’t gone away, but was simply waiting for me to be ready again.
I guess that’s the crazy thing about growing up. The journey never ends despite reaching my mid-thirties. I imagine as I enter my 40’s and 50’s the discoveries about myself will continue. But I guess that’s the learning curve of living. I’m not sure how much I’ll be posting here, or how often. The ADHD makes consistency an issue. But I am hoping to get back into the writing scene. I’d like to engage with people on here again, and I’d also like to post stories again. Apparently I’ve had an account on AO3 since 2021, and I’ve not logged in or used it since I created it. And let’s not start on my dust covered, and very neglected Wattpad page.
Slowly, and at my own pace. I’ll start again.
Tempest in a Teacup 