Is it greedy to want more out of life? To not just be happy with what you’ve got? It feels greedy. And ungrateful.
I felt so positive after sharing my last 1000 words and was completely serious about doing it on a regular basis so here I go again. I was tempted to carry the story on from last time but I just wasn’t quite feeling it so I’ve started again. As you may notice, I have a thing about the more sci-fi, fantasy type story. Who doesn’t love a bit of The Hunger Games as jolly bedtime reading? It does feel a bit rushed to me but it also doesn’t take a long time to write a thousand words. I’ve found giving…
I’ve been talking about my love for writing, so I suppose I should do some actual writing. To that end, I have written 1000 words of the beginning of a story which I am going to make public, here, now. 😬
I obviously fancy myself a writer a little bit as I’ve started a blog. But when I describe or sheepishly refer to myself as a writer or talk about my aspirations of writing, this is me talking about fiction. Writing about myself or my hair and my weight is pretty easy. Easy in comparison to letting people read my stories.