Monday has become my writing day. I finish work at noon, head to the local library, and spend some time — if not actually always putting words on the page, then at least doing nothing else (I’m still hesitantly working my way back into things).
Today, I managed another 1000 words on Vitelli’s, the short story I started a month or so ago. It’s now up to just over 3000 words. Was a time I’d knock that over in a week, but I’m trying not to compare myself to Past Lee: those days are gone, and I was a different country, then.
I have a story, it’s past 3k, and there’s more to come. It’s a tiny draining of the swamp, but it’s real.
I totally get what you mean by past you is to be left alone for comparisons. My entire sense of identity and life been turned inside out and upside down. Am still getting to the writing thing and as a wise friend advised, give myself time to let it settle. Bravo on giving yourself a break and the time/space to find the new way of you.
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