my words

I am a writer, writer of fictions and I've written pages upon pages

today, i miss writing.

i miss writing for a newspaper. seeing my name on a byline. having something of substance to write about, rather than taking words and putting them from one promo to another adding a concept or two. *yawn*

i wrote a feature piece today. and i couldn't believe how easily i was able to bust out a quality piece of work. my feature pieces are so few and far between... sometimes i forget how much i enjoy it. it's like i never had a happy medium. it was like i was writing either every second, of every day in addition to school and everything else.... or now, once or twice.. in, well, a long while.

it's weird. when i was doing it all the time, i had no confidence in what i did. now, that i rarely get the opportunity to produce what i know i can.... i feel so... experienced when i get the opportunity. it makes me want to take charge of my job more.. and be assertive. and do things my way. it makes ME want to be a leader. me want to take charge. make it mine. and just tell everyone else to just deal. and changes are going to be made. and it is going to be my way. being able to be creative, and write the leads and follow-ups and a solid conclusions... i feel triumphant. and when i get that confident, no one is going to change my work. edits, yes. re-writes, no. i am my own editor. THAT is the bonus of my job. I call the shots. my newsletters. my words. my choice.