So yesterday I finally wrote a little flash fiction piece–the first new fiction I’d written since probably 2010. I feel like I finally broke through something that had been holding me back for a long time–the need for perfection and the accompanying fear of failure. I put it in a file I labeled Trash and just gave myself permission to write whatever came out. I named it Trade-in and filed it away to look at again later. I’ve already got a new idea/image floating about in my mind for another little piece, so I will see what I can do with that later on. Having done it makes me feel successful in a way I haven’t felt in a long time.
My oldest is cleaning her car and packing her stuff getting ready to leave Saturday. She can be industrious and work hard when she feels like it. Kind of like me :). I need to start laundry but I am so tired this morning. So we will see how that goes.