A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-And-One-Hundred-And-Fifty-Three

I am finding that am getting more comfortable with personal material coming through in my fiction writing.  In many ways, this is not so much my being comfortable in a sense of being willing to expose myself, but more that I feel like I am just getting more capable of telling those things without getting in my own way, if that makes sense to anyone other than me.  It may be that I really am just getting more willing to open up on the page, but it certainly feels like it is something more connected to the writing itself, at least experientially.