I do most of my writing (and probably my best...) when there's a lot of emotional upheaval in my life. No inspiration without pain? Something appropriate for the suffering artist type. When drama and emotion stir my mind into a tempest and I have to get it all out somehow ( Read more... )

We don't write enough letters anymore. Perhaps we put word to page with emails, Facebook status updates, text messages, but it will never be the same. No matter the words and the feelings behind them, a love text will never have the same heart dead tree format holds. There seems to be this flow between hand, pencil, and paper. A magic? An energy, ( Read more... )

I spent eight years with my last livejournal. Created when I was only sixteen, that baby saw so much teenage drama, relationships growing and dying, pointless petty concerns, and so much of my life that was. It was my outlet, a soapbox and a social scene ( Read more... )