It seems like this autumn is hitting me with a strong urge to write again ❤️

It's wonderful. It's horrific. I'm rusty and self-critical. I'm overjoyed and giddy. I'm dreadfully slow. I'm plotting, I'm pantsing. It's nice. It's a compulsion. I'm reminded of all my insecurities and anxieties, I'm darn proud of every word I put down.