So I’ve been trying to get back to writing these days seeing that I’m doing much during what I call my “moments of a down”.
And I remember dealing with my depression with writing during the pandemic, especially the second and third quarantine in France. I created a character that allowed me to distance myself from everything.
But—I can’t muster the strength to go through any of my handwritten notes. Not even the ones about a third historical novel project that I was quite excited about at some point.
And then, I have a few drafts of poetry in Arabic lying all over the place. I still don’t know if they’re worthy of publishing. Shall I try to bind them? They’re quite dark.
Has anyone had such an experience?
Louis 🪬 @louis_bnl
Let’s a start a big gay travelling network where swap flats. | 27 on my ID, 72 in my head
