Remember when I used to write on here? I used to talk to you about how I wasnt really writing at all? Maybe I should come back to that. It was cathartic, I suppose.
I find myself in a state of non-writing that feels permanent. I know it isn’t. I know someday, maybe tomorrow, I’ll have an idea and put pen to paper. I have to force that optimism into my head because it doesn’t come naturally. The alternative is unacceptable.
I have stories yet to tell and a burgeoning urge to tell them. Through what means will I explore this? I don’t know. I suppose I should try it here. I must keep coming back for some reason.
Any followers still out there? If so, you’re appreciated.