Seven fucking years. Woah. That's way too long to be dealing with the fallout of one's experiences.
I know when I'm getting better though, because I start writing again.
I think this was my last unfinished business from Iraq. I'm ready to move on now, to other stories and other fantasies.
Here's hoping the next one is as good as my best. I can always get better though, so here's hoping my next one is BETTER than my best. So far.
Maybe. Ah, hell with it, who knows? I think I'm just loving writing again.
Thanks to everyone who reads my stuff.