July 2, 2013
Iíve been rereading my past 100 words, even the ones under a former name. They all seem to have pizazz that is lacking in my current work. Back then, I was into telling short fictions about made up characters or recreating fond memories, or giving fresh insights on the current events of the day. Now, my writing is documenting the raw fears and daily struggles; it lacks creativity. I hope, after the trauma subsides, there will be a new force of wonder and a freshness of observations that make future 100 words fun to read. Ease up on judgement.