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Allegory of a Texas Man
ByRiley
There was a man who worked at Central Market in South Lake, Texas. His job was a little awkward. He wasn’t a cashier or a bagger or a stocker. He was an attendant. Every time I saw him, he was positioned where the shelves of chips met the end of the chocolate aisle, midway between…
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I think you have a choice Riley, but choosing not to write may be more destructive than choosing to write… If writing can make you frustrated and feeling like a failure sometimes then just imagine what it will feel like(not always, but sometimes) when/if you do not engage in writing at all, cause i think the frustration and feeling like a failure will still be there sometimes, it just won’t be expressed, now that seems like a horrible situation…
That being said, there is nothing wrong with a break and exploring other ways to express yourself could be fun?
Lots of love and support from everyone here either way.
While I certainly don’t want you sad and frustrated, I have to say the selfish lizard part of my brain went into panicky denial at the thought of not reading your writings in the future.
Whichever way you decide, I hope it works out well for you.
(((((hug)))))
I wish I had the perfect words to help you out of your mopey-red-stick-figure-self-doubting slump.
I can offer you more hugs via my super-high-speed internet, though. (I upgraded recently so you could get them before I click Submit Comment)
May is right, you got lots of love and support. 🙂
*hugs* aaaaand click
Hoping that you won’t decide to give up entirely, but luck in whatever you decide.
*offers favourite snack and tea*
Thanks peeps 🙂
I kept meaning to say something about this. But my gut reaction was always to laugh and think ‘choice? where did she get that idea?’ which I didn’t really think would be helpful at all.
But sometimes a break really does help. I know after I finished my writing course, my brain kind of died, and it took me twelve months to really sit down and write anything afterwards.
I hope you’re feeling better about everythign though, because I have a feeling that twelve months without writing would actually kill you. And none of us want that.