Remember when leaving Instagram and spending more time on WordPress would improve my writing? Wasn’t that such a sweet, innocent time?
Writing does not feel better. Words do not flow. I read posts by my writer friends and want to throw my laptop out of my window because WHY CAN’T I DO THAT.
Now that I’m done whining…
Let me admit that I do not read. Or write as much as I should. I made Sunday my “writing day” and turned it into a performance. See me? Sitting in this coffee shop on a Sunday morning? I take artful photos, post my little ten-sentence diatribe, and pat myself on the back. Look! I carved out time for my craft. Rub my head and call me a good girl.