When I meet up with friends who I have not seen in months or years, they ask me how my writing is going.
I'm always taken aback because writing has taken such a backburner on my life, that I forget it was a thing I used to do.
I read old articles and blog posts and I feel so removed from that girl.
Did I... write?
Could I... write again?
What if it was just this?
No depth, no nuance, no epiphanies.
What if I just wrote.
