on writing and sharing
running on only a few hours of sleep ( i have a big deadline at work today, my work relies on other people finishing up their tasks so i am in turn, waiting for them) tends to make my own mind wander and run as well. i recently met up with my friends again and i had shown them that short story with paris, lucanis, and davrin. i enjoy watching the faces of my closest friends and seeing every twitch of their mouth, every scandalized gasp, and every furrowed brow as they read through my work. i enjoy writing, i really do. i often reflect on a keeper who had dreamed of becoming an author and i wonder how theyre faring knowing that now they still dont understand sentence structure and are particularly fond of run-on sentences.
while i am not a professional writer, i still enjoying sharing my work with others, hearing about what people think of the things i made always leave a nice warm feeling in my belly