Exercise imagination.

Just write, people.

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Freedom! Woot!!

I’m not posting this in a journal, nor do I have an editor I’m trying to please. I don’t expect loads of people to read it, and I’m okay with all that.

This one is just for us.

Exercise your mind.

I’ve always wanted to be a writer. So, naturally, I’ve read all sorts of books about writing.

I got hung for the longest time trying to decide if I was a pantser or a plotter. (To outline or not — that is the question before us.)

I researched a million different editing programs. I tried and tried to figure out the best platform to start my blossoming career on.

I thought about pen names and wrote a few short stories that earned some positive praise, and nobody came right out and said my writing sucked, so I have that going for me.

I’m constantly reading, and everyone says in order to be a good writer, you gotta read.

But I’m great at making excuses for not writing. My reasons are legitimate, and I won’t minimize them.

However, writing makes me happy, so…

Here’s the thing…