Well, I failed the #1000wordsofsummer [pre-launch]

Hello peeps,

Not that there was a grade or anything. But for me, I failed.

I didn’t write a damn word the past two weeks, let alone 1,000/day. I hardly posted on Instagram after weeks of nearly posting almost daily. No movement on the plan to start posting on Tiktok, even though I already have a handful of videos ready to schedule.

Just silence. Holding my breath until oxygen is let back into the room.

It was depression. I feel it heavy on my senses, dampening my thoughts and anxiety. Which has its benefits, to a degree. But it put a pause on gears working in my mind that I didn’t realize until 2 weeks had gone by. Was I supposed to be writing? Was there a writing challenge I had been looking forward to? I’ll have a few thoughts pop in trying to bring me back to the surface. But they won’t stay long. And I’ll wake up after the fact, not having completed anything.

This post I’m just going to pound out and see where we land. I still want to keep writing. There’s so many stories that have been floating around in my head for years. I’ll keep hammering away at the keyboard when I can. Every word is progress.

Taking it back to the basics. I like to get wrapped up in the plans and become overwhelmed with the big picture.

Today, I am writing this post. I cleaned a small area around my desk. I’ve also started a list of home essentials I’ll need to buy when I move and I ran through my finances quickly.

Maybe in my next post I’ll have a major update on the witch story or something equally thrilling/exciting.

-Frankie