Mouse is back!

My story "Mouse" has officially made a comeback now that i've completed the fifth chapter.

It's been such a long time since I actually started writing it that it feels strange to focus all of my attention on it now. It's always kind of been an idea that just sat there, latently niggling at the back of my head, AND I'M DETERMINED TO BE RID OF IT.

I've been trying to motivate my sister into contributing to a collection of short stories at the moment.
It would be kind of nice to be published, but at the same time i'm not sure if i could stand the whole process.
I think I treat writing less as writing and more of a way to create a picture inside of my head, and so the idea of people picking away at things that I hold very closely to my heart is one that makes me feel a little ill.
It's hard enough letting my mother read some of the things I write without having a stranger do it.

I'm getting better at that i think, both in my writing and in my artwork, not letting myself hide so much, i'm doing more personal things now, and i think that that is important.
ah,it's all in the name of growth i suppose.
Anyone else feel the same?