I’m meant to be writing a Short Story for one of my English major works. But right now all I feel like doing is writing an obituary article about myself, because my brain is basically dead.
I think sometimes I’m my own worst critic. Flip, I thought it was good to have high expectations, but instead I feel like I just have OCD (I can’t believe I just used the word ‘flip’ in a sentence, my life is practically over). I know I sound like some stupid damsel, but this is my first big writing opportunity, and I just want to be able to write the story I know is, inside of me…
