Another Beginning
Starting again. Another year has passed and I've stopped writing like I should. I've been reading and as you know, when I read, it makes me fancy myself a writer. I've been having a lot of anxiety about getting my house clean. My friends are going to come help me but they'll end up throwing away things I want to keep. I know that will happen. Things I don't even remember that I have. So do those things really matter? Of course not. A friend is in the extra room clearing out some of the screen printing stuff. I'm so grateful for that. ChatGPT is something that's really changing things. I asked for writing prompts and it gave me lots of good ones. I tried reading some with my guy last night and it surprisingly started a fight. Which turned into a therapy session. Which turned into my asking him to start spending more time at home. We need a little space from one another. Here's a prompt I like: Imagine you are sitting across from your "shadow se...