above the fog | marin county, calif.
I write a lot about balance. You can find those posts here and here. And lately, for probably the first ever in my 24 (almost 25, ew) years of life, I can feel things coming together. I feel content. I have a job that I like working for a company I love. My friends are above and beyond amazing. I've started reading again (Gone Girl... holy crap. So. Good.) and most importantly, I've started writing again. When I was writing as a career, I often felt uninspired or forced to produce something I wasn't quite proud of.
But once my career no longer consisted of writing and it became 'just a hobby,' writing was pushed to the back burner.
When I don't write, I feel a little empty inside. Even if it's writing for no one to see, writing even the shortest bit makes me feel happy.
Recently, especially with the wonderful Laura's new writing workshop, I've been dying to try writing fiction. But for some reason, I'm just a little apprehensive.
I'm curious, have any of you ever tried or succeeded in making the jump from blogging about what you know to blogging about what you've made up?