Back in the day

I used to be a writer. Not really a published writer for the most part, but a rather prolific writer. I used to be good at it. I filled books and binders with my stories. Most of them were made up or my teenage wishful thinking of all the fun and exciting things that should be happening to me and weren't.

I don't write anymore. I don't know what happened to it. I've had about 5 years of serious writers block. Every Christmas I enter in a Christmas Story Contest in the local newspaper, and I've done well a few times. But that's it. That's all the writing that I do anymore and I miss it.

I used to have ongoing sagas in my mind about made up people. They were my escape more than TV or movies. I made my own, and I could lose myself in them. I didn't realize it back then, but those were the novels I should have been writing. Those stories aren't there anymore.

I guess that's what I'm trying to do here. I'm trying to get that back. I want to write again.