Occasionally I reread drafts in my writing folder and I wonder – did I really write this?
There are times I cringe at my horrible writing, and then there are times where I go – holy shit I wrote this? When? How? And why did I stop?
Today I read something interesting that I wrote that was apparently the prologue for a new novel I was planning for. Unfortunately I have lost most of my files for that particular idea and so I have no idea what I was thinking then, and what I wanted to do with it, haha!
Oh well, I would have procrastinated from writing it anyway.
This just goes to show that I should continue writing little by little everyday, even if it is a 50 word story. Skills rust with disuse, and I do not want to lose this small skill that I have.
So yes, maybe to more writing? (And now writing is an escape from studying for exams – oh self, why you gotta be this way.)
Thank you for reading.