I started my 100 days of writing project, but I couldn't finish it.
I took a break from writing because of a few reasons.
First, I was sure no one was reading my work. Second, I was terrified of running out of topics, and third I didn't want to miss a day. At the end of the unfinished project, I realised I had written for twenty nine days. While that means nothing, it also means everything. I wrote for 29 days. WOW. Or, I couldn't even write 30 of the 100 days. UGH. As a self-critical creator, my mind wants and believes in the latter, and constantly says "UGH. UGH. UGHHHH. YOU SUCK."
It has been six months since I came by my blog, and I suspect I could be severely burnt out from writing. I love writing, and it shapes me everyday. But why is this well drying up? I need to explore these parts of me, perhaps. But I'm going to let it be and not force it. :)
It will come back to me. And I will come back to you.