Jumping back into the blog water with some writing prompts. Today’s pick comes to us courtesy of ThinkWritten.com (and if it inspires some connection of words in your mind, please consider sharing in the comments below – linking to a post of your own inspired by it is okay too – but know that I review all comments and spammy ones are tossed). And with that, today’s prompt is: Outside
I’ve began prepping for this year’s NaNoWriMo. Despite my social anxiety, I’d really like to make an effort to immerse myself in a supportive writing environment, which means, I could use some writing buddies. I joined forever ago (2012) and haven’t kept up. But I’m committed this year, really I am.
I remain convinced that in one or more of my possible past lives I was a champion of the people. Fighting boldly for that which was just and humane. Self-sacrificing, pure-of-heart, strong, determined, fearless. My anxieties the result of countless past lives meeting their demise at the hands of stake-burnings, severe beatings, beheadings, stonings and the like. Yet deep within the spark remains. The tiniest ember. Glowing softly, weakly, beneath
It might seem like it’s easier to interact with others online, but social media can provide new stressors and a deeper sense of isolation. Source: For People With Social Anxiety, The Internet Is A Blessing And A Curse | HuffPost I’ve mentioned before that I read articles for a living. It’s not the best living, but it jives fairly well with my social anxiety, generalized anxiety, depression and other diagnoses
Breaking free is hard. I’ve looked back on my blog posts over the years, which are all over the place of course, and I’ve visited my old writing accounts on various forums. Stopping short of digging out the plastic bins in storage filled with notebooks and journals, little scraps of paper, article and magazine clippings dating back as far as the 1980s — I just wanted to refresh myself on