I missed writing. During the two days I spent redesigning my portfolio, I didn’t realize: I didn’t miss it, I was fine just minding my business. But right now, after I’ve written just a couple of posts, I see I missed it. I like writing. So maybe that’s what I really am. A writing. Uh, a writinger. A… writing person, y’know. It’s late, and just logged back on to type this, though I was about to slip into my covers. It’s that bad. Or that good.
I feel so much more accomplished now that I filled up my daily quota of words. So I am actually addicted. Help!
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