Another lull.
That’s ok, I thought. That’s ok. Work is busy.
There was one person I sent my posts to. My “support” person. The one who knows how long I’ve been desperate to write and too chickenshit to do anything about it.
The one that read my first piece three days after I hit “Publish.”
“What are you reading on your phone?”
Oh, more Discord.
“When you have a chance, can you…”
I kept writing.
Read this, I said, it’ll be quick.
Just another chore for him. Check.
I wrote and posted more.
No conversation, no questions.
“I like that one a lot.”
Cool, thanks. I stopped.
I don’t need another handclap “good job.”
I keep writing.
