I'm finding lately, the more I've been writing, the more things I've found to write about.
In my last post I mentioned that there were also other theories that have been put forth as to why I'm not writing as I used to when I was younger.
When my dad died, I was 22. Ruthlessly, I cut the words out of my life. I stopped writing. Period. Words were my way to express emotion and I decided I didn't want to feel anymore, so even though the words came, I forced them back.
Over the past eight months I've been writing a lot, but nothing like I used to, even though I've been trying.