Learning how to write is hard. We have two young children who make that apparent every day.
I'd imagine spelling is more difficult for us than we care to admit if we did not have the advantage of spellcheck or the backspace button.
We're all at different stages. I've often thought about writing "my novel." I've done so in fits and starts. Several novels half-baked or even in the gooey dough stage.
Fact is, I don't care that much right now about it.
I'll probably come back to writing fiction one of these days. I've written a lot of it. None of it I'd want to be out there on Amazon or wherever else at this point.
I write enough as it is and I don't want some possibly weird, made-up story clogging up my flow. I write about enough things that people find strange as it is.
Point is, something is holding me back. But I realized that and moved on. It is not a priority.
Matter of fact, I don't even know how it entered my brain to write about it today other than I was just writing. Daily "work" that …
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