What's left? Twitter, Tumblr, an FB page and this website.
I merged my personal profile on FB with my page and can no longer see my wall.
It feels so odd, but at the same time, good. I feel lighter. Does that make sense?
Although I care for the people I have met through the years, on FB, I couldn't take the daily drama and negativity. Plus, I spent, at least, two hours every single day reading my wall.
Imagine how much writing I could have accomplished in that amount of time.
But, that's okay. I'll start now.
As for my art? What is on the site will stay until I decide otherwise.
I have to do what I feel is right for me. Writing is what I am good at. Art is what I've been doing to make money, there was never any love or passion there. I think I used art to avoid writing.
I (am) was my own worst critic and enemy. It's time to stop procrastinating and get out of my own way.
There is a middle grade fantasy novel waiting for me and some where within the piles of notes, ideas and chaos is a damn good story.