Whelp...It's been almost a full year since I've written here. I don't even know if anyone is reading this anymore. I don't know if I even care (no offense). When I started this blog, I wasn't doing it for an audience. I was doing it for me.
I have tried so hard to write in the past year. I've opened this blog, started a new post, and just stared at the screen. I wonder if it is because I am in a totally different place from where I was when I began writing here.
I've often laughed at myself and wondered if I have to be tortured to write. I also draw, paint, and play the piano, but only when I am in pain, sad, or depressed. It's bizarre, but at the same time intriguing. I don't even like my drawings or paintings if I do them when I'm in a good mood. What is that?!
I started writing tonight in hopes that I would get a touch of the writing itch. We will see...
...To be continued...
I have tried so hard to write in the past year. I've opened this blog, started a new post, and just stared at the screen. I wonder if it is because I am in a totally different place from where I was when I began writing here.
I've often laughed at myself and wondered if I have to be tortured to write. I also draw, paint, and play the piano, but only when I am in pain, sad, or depressed. It's bizarre, but at the same time intriguing. I don't even like my drawings or paintings if I do them when I'm in a good mood. What is that?!
I started writing tonight in hopes that I would get a touch of the writing itch. We will see...
...To be continued...