snow day

[niche]

I was reading through my fiction archive yesterday, and I miss how words used to come so easily. Now, I am trying to remember everything so I can write about memories. Remembering is difficult without photographs, and writing more so, but I'm trying, at least, to get back into this daily habit

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[loftily]

I used to have a notebook I filled little memories, the tiny ones, that didn't mean anything and had no reason for being remembered, but that I wanted to keep all the same.

[anonymous]

I was reading through my fiction archive yesterday, and I miss how words used to come so easily.

I understand.

I knew of PoT by accident. I had always known you wrote about PoT, but I was sad I could no longer read them. Once, I found your fiction archive by, again, accident. You said to someone old was crap, but I did not think so. I thought if I could write half as well as what you consider crap, I would be happy already. But I know you have your own standards, standards I can never match.

I'm sorry I still do not have the courage to leave my name, but the day you still write is the day I still write, too.