But a few days ago he was posting about writing. How it helps you grow and learn. And how it didn't matter what the fuck you wrote. At all. Just "write the shit outta next year." Talk about hitting a chord in me. I had no excuse to retreat, I had things to say, and it mattered not a wit if anyone read it. I just needed to write. Right in the feels I tell ya!
So, here I sit, typing gramatically incorrect sentences and just writing. I don't know where it will take me. Maybe a short story, or a play, or simply a post that someone, somewhere, will read and it reach them. Or maybe no one will see it, or get it, or want it. And that's OK too. The important thing is the act of writing. So here I go. Thanks Patton.