It’s been a while since I was last active on here. It’s the same old life getting in the way cliche and wishing that the things I loved the most were getting in the way of life… like writing for example.
What’s annoying about having to take breaks away from writing, is when you do go back to that novel or story or poem, the ideas you had are lost and all you have in front of you is a bunch of words going no where and you feel like a part of your mind that had your shit together is hibernating in a locked room somewhere in your brain.
Getting back into the habit of writing every single day, even a line on a scrap of paper, is hard. Some days I feel like it’s forced, other days it’s a routine I want to scratch into my brain and I feel like I’m on my way to finally getting my stuff together. And then other days I’m left with a blank page which represents my thoughts.
But, I’m trying. And I guess that’s what counts.