I wrote and cried yesterday. Wrote and cried. I wrote new stuff, didn't do any editing for Diary of a Middle Aged Sex Goddess. I wrote three pieces, and all three made me cry, but I'm proud, very proud, of all three pieces. After sleeping on it, I decided not to post one of them, at least, not right now. Not this week. Maybe next week.

I'm struggling a bit when I get to the page, put off doing the work, get a little afraid that I can't tell the story, but I can! When I let my fingers hit the keyboard, exactly what I wanted came out. I can do this. I just have to keep at it.