I did it!
It was like a mill around my neck, this not writing.
If i am not writing, i am speechless. I cannot think straight and one day or another, i will enter into that deep crevice of being invisible.
I like to spin stories, make something out of nothing, and liven a world that exists only in my mind. I want those characters to dance their hearts out if i cannot, sing standing on a cliff if i cannot, and cry if they have- if i have to.
So, because Christmas is coming and i cannot sit back and mull over what-nots and what couldn'ts, i have created a separate place for myself.
... where i can write. Just write.
I wanted to delete this blog or at least make it private. I hated it when i couldn't take time out for this space which is so precious to me, which has helped me open up, rather than just being a dead voice in my head.
So, i couldn't do it. I couldn't delete it... i couldn't get rid of it because it is just something too dear to my heart... very close to being the person that i am. This place- this is my personal space for my personal things.
But, i created a new place. This new place is called Remnants of a Writer.
... to save the last remnants of what i have in me.