It’s been one year since I quit writing.
When I posted about this, it was heart-breaking.
I regretted sharing my decision.
Then I realized how much I needed to post it. To feel it. To publicly admit it.
Here’s the thing. The biggie. I’ve “quit” writing before but I’ve never really quit.
I’ve had a meltdown over a story or a freak-out about my computer crashing (save your work!) or stopped writing out of frustration because I’d been interrupted for the fifteenth time. I’ve had writer’s block, run short on time, gotten sick, had self-doubt… You name it.
I’ve thrown my hands up and shouted, “I quit!”
Those are probably relatable to most writers. There is always something trying to block your way, drain your energy, waste your time, or stifle your creativity.
But when I wrote that post, I well and truly quit.
When I published…
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