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Never Mind about Biographies

I spent the last 2-3 days watching videos of Charlotte Nicdao's work, and I wrote a lot of stuff that was mostly shit. Last night I impulsively deleted the whole thing and decided I was done with blogging.  And I also decided I didn't want to work on screenwriting either. I didn't feel relieved about the situation.  Instead I felt aimless and kind of worthless. I was feeling pretty awful last night. This morning I felt much less awful and much less married to the idea of going on a long writing hiatus. I want to keep blogging, and I want to keep on with the screenwriting. But for now, I think I need to do it as a way to keep busy and a way to express myself and not as a way to make myself feel more...worthy.  Because in order to feel worthy in terms of writing, I need to get lots of blog visits, win contests, make money, etc.  And that stuff is out of my control.   I've been making screenwriting plans with things like, If I do well in a contest, I'll keep up with th
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Back to Biographies

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I Passed the First Part!

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