Now I've closed that book, I have anxiety that I'll stop creating, that I'm too tired to create anything. Plus I can't tell the difference between making a work accessible versus making it stupid. I'm sick of tuning what I create to help other people understand it.
What's holding me back from writing for me? I have an awesome family and I spend time with my loved ones almost every weekend and I am still lonely.
Maybe I'll write a song about it.
There are worse problems. A million refugees in Darfur don't give a shit.
P.S.: I'm enjoying this routine of writing without confirmation that anyone is reading. Maybe it's a stepping stone to writing to myself.