So I used to write constantly. This time, I’m not talking about blogging, I’m talking about straight-up pages and pages of fiction. Ever since I was little, write write write. Then college came, and the demands of my social and school life came before writing. And then, when I transfered schools, I decided to become a creative writing major. Nothing has ever sucked the will to write from me like actually being forced to write. So I changed my concentration to Technical Writing (which is still writing but not, you know, writing) and didn’t write anything fictional for quite some time.

That’s changed in the past few years, though. The writing bug has bitten me, an d I’ve been putting pen to paper a lot more lately. I mean that literally, too – there’s something I very much enjoy about the actual, physical process of writing words out on paper. It somehow feels more personal to me. I am so very rusty, though, and it embarrasses me. Such a silly sentiment, but true. I’m pushing on, however. It’ll come back to me.

And you know, the funny thing is that I don’t really write most of this stuff with the intention of anyone reading them ( save for Sammi and a few others.) It’s just a relaxing pastime – a little bit like playing pretend. But even though I don’t ever plan to do anything serious with my writing, I still want it to be good, you know? To that end, I’ve been reading a lot of essays about improving your writing and came upon this gem by Chuck Palahniuk. It’s long, but worth it.

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