It has been a busy weekend. Of course, it’s my mom’s birthday, and I’m copy editing the sixteenth volume of Fiction Fix, and I’m taking a Writer’s Digest bootcamp all at once. Life is full and wonderful like that sometimes.
I have a lot to say about my writing experience this weekend, but I’m too wiped out right now to even put together a coherent thought.
So while I leave you in suspense, talk amongst yourselves about the last time you could write about whatever you wanted and not care a bit what anyone else thought about it. That’s next week’s topic.
Oh, and of course, happy birthday to the best mama in the world. Better to celebrate with her than worry about deadlines, anyway.
Full-Time Writer Mom 
Happy celebrating! As for your question, I don’t know if remember a time when I could write what I wanted and not care what anyone thought – maybe in my childhood diaries? But only my younger ones because as adolescence approached, so did self consciousness!
-Dana
I would probably give a very similar answer. (It was kind if a trick question.) 🙂
I have to agree with both of you. I do have my morning pages, but those are just for clearing mind clutter, so I don’t think they count. Hey, your mom and I are the same age again! Okay, I will admit to being six months older, but if anyone asked us both how old we are now, we would give the same answer. I’m not going to say, “…and-a-half” at my age. 🙂
You’ll hear what I have to say on that this week. I would guess your morning pages are similar to my journals.
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