Writing

I have been writing creatively (short stories, poems, novellas, novels, etc) since I was in the seventh grade.  During that time I have had ups and downs, times of prolificness and times of wasteland.  I've experienced every mood a writer can go through as she attempts genius.  My mom once commented on hearing Beethoven and knowing I was writing.  Very moody, heavy stuff.

For the past few months I haven't been able to even open my book, The Keepers.  I've had such a hard time even thinking about it.  I have some theories, but I'll try not to ramble more than usual this afternoon.

But today I cracked it open and started editing.  I was afraid it wouldn't be as good as I thought it was months ago.  But it is.  I thought I wouldn't like it because of my association with it to a friendship gone awry.  But I was fine and in fact, reading and editing and writing made me stronger for it.  I thanks the Muses.