Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Under Constriction

I was, until recently, largely constricted in my writing style and process. It felt like someone was standing on my chest and allowing a small fraction of air to circulate in my body. I was gasping for air.
No more. I can breathe freely now. And I can allow myself to do what I love. To Write. To create new worlds. To put down on paper what is in my head and heart.
I've learned a valuable lesson. Just because it works for you doesn't mean it works for me. And narrow-mindedness suits no one.
So I will transfer some information from my other blog and track my progress with my works.
It's a brand, new day. And I'm feeling pretty damn good.
Grins*

1 comment:

none said...

I never meant to stand on your chest. You could have told me this at any time. I wish you had. Janie