Thank you! To be honest, I'm mostly writing poetry in my native language (Polish), and my output volume is modest to say the least. A few impressionistic poems a year. I'm struggling to keep even this low level lately. I have a growing suspicion that it may be due to creeping burnout and overall mental fatigue. I've taken up writing a short story in an effort to wrestle with this problem, to see if I can make myself produce something relatively complete and digestible.
I'm actually not feeling very comfortable writing (let alone talking) in English, because I'm constantly worried if it sounds natural and not pretentious. So it takes me ages to compose something longer than two sentences and I'm rarely pleased with the outcome. Maybe it's just a sign of my insecurity/perfectionism combo and lack of experience in actively speaking English. I'm a "reading and listening" type of person, and where I live there are barely any native speakers to talk to. Your kind words make me feel a bit better about my skill. Thanks once again and sorry for being such a downer!
Isn't it ironic that even though I'm dreaming of living simply in the woods, I'm stuck in a city grinding my days away, hopelessy racing against rising prices and taxes to save up for a remote fistful of soil to call my own? But I'm not giving up this dream. Nature and tranquility are what we really need.