My mind is blank, but it also feels like I have 100 different thoughts going through it at once.
I wrote a short story and all the people I asked to read it said it was great and they enjoyed it.
It scared my mom because it was an intense story about an abused woman, and she was worried that it was based on real life experiences. I told her it wasn’t. It really wasn’t. I have been treated like absolutely garbage by men but never abused physically.
I don’t think I am going to have people close to me read my stories or books I will write in the future. It really is like letting them into the darkest recesses of your mind. They can’t help but judge.
I haven’t been in the mood to write anything of substance lately, so I am just free-writing.
I am still not working at the moment and school starts in about a week. I have enough money to pay bills for the next 2 months, so I have to find a job at least in 2 months.
I wish I could find a good work from home job. I don’t want to answer phones, I’d like to do one of those chat customer service things.
I am going to watch Blue Planet and go to sleep.
Should I post my short story on here?