There is something to be said for being single. When I was single my writing was prolific and constant. It was filled with fabulous nights, horrible outcomes, and sensationally bad sex. It was gritty and sometimes sad. I had a great tragic single life. I loved it.
Nowadays my writing is wilted, boring, and dull. Sometimes it's sad. I feel wiped out. I don't share much about my relationship, it is private, thankfully. I am very guarded by it, and of it.This town is small and can pose as relentless at times. My home/family takes up a majority of my time, energy, and heart. In turn the writing takes quite the beating (especially in this forum). It is doomed to follow a useless trend; plucking for apples. Shit shit shit.
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I go through the exact same thing - though I do post about my relationship. The good parts anyway. Not that my relationship is bad. It's superb! But it is interesting to note the things I'll share and the things I won't.
And yes, writing is easier when there's more frustration to dwell on.
...sigh...
I may have been a better writer when I was single, but I'm happier now.
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