Something that bothers me is: this blog is mine. It's not my wip's place, it's my heart's.
But then I did a side blog, and I feel amputated? This has been preventing me from sharing more about writing – besides my own barriers. And I have 150+ people here, which I never thought I would? And I want to share scenes but I can't?
I am so grateful for anyone interested in my writing or willing to interact, so I want to do a good job for you here? I'm fully convinced my mutuals are the best in this whole platform? But I also hate being online sometimes and want to disappear as a ghost? Am I a bit too perfectionist? Too intense? Is this becoming a poem? How do you blog? Is this what I am doing here? Or am I a creep? A weirdo? A self-traitor? A vile louse?