I started listening to another Nora Roberts book on Audible a few days ago. I don't know why, but every time I read/listen to one of her books I get this wildly intense desire to write. Maybe it's because I love the way her stories make me feel (like a glass of wine and a slice of pizza are nothing to be ashamed of and I can still be beautiful and desirable while I consume them). Either way, I'm literally drinking a glass of wine and listening to the book right now (Angels Fall). It's good, but let's be honest, they're all sort of the same book with different names and settings (and I'm completely okay with that).
Also this week I've decided to stop giving a shit about what people think of me. Also whether or not I have anything to worry about now that I'm working remotely. What could I possibly accomplish, worrying all the time? Nothing. So who cares? Why should I keep perpetuating the self-fulfilling prophecies? If I keep asking myself why people might be upset with me, I'll come up with, or create reasons for them to be upset with me. And if I keep worrying about things I have no control over, I'll only drive myself crazy and not gain anything in return.
So I'm going to start writing again, editing too. Like crazy. I turn 33 in a month, less than. And I can't control what people think about my writing but if I want to do it, I should do it.
Dinner is in 3 minutes.
Chicken Enchiladas....the Stouffer's kind. Yum!!!