“All of This Used to Be Trees”
Sometimes I just really miss the feeling of shouting into the void
I haven’t written anything new in a while — or at least nothing that’s terribly personal. Admittedly, I’m not very good at writing strictly for the love of it anymore.
Despite having a major love-hate relationship with money, I have a bad habit of following it all over the place like a hungry puppy when deciding where to spend my limited time and energy. For a long time now, that’s meant spending the bulk of it writing marketing material for my clients or publishing so-called authority articles on digital marketing, branding, and freelancing.
Somewhere along the way, I even wound up with the skeleton of a proper career on my hands. I’ve been busy trying to hang a little meat on those bones ever since.
But while some part of my creative self has developed into a proper grown-up over the years and enjoys all that good, honest skeleton business, the rest of her sometimes still feels like she’s playing dress-up in her mother’s shoes and make-up.
That’s the part of me that’s always looked forward to doing NaNoWriMo in November because it felt like permission to write fantasy stories and fairytales instead of marketing content for a change. That part of me apparently likes to play…
