Sometimes I look at things I’ve written in the past (because I have to my earliest memory always, always made up stories – in my head, on paper, in whatever way I could) and think….  When did I lose the ability to write like this?  And other times I look back and think…  When did I think this was a good idea?

That could be something I did yesterday, or 10 years ago.  Mostly I try not to dwell, because I know if I do, I’ll stop.  I have a ton of things written that will never see the light of day because I’m far to self conscious about it; but I still write them.