hunger for blogging
If you ever want to freak yourself out -- and I mean really, really freak yourself out -- log into whatever account you were keeping before you got gmail and read the drafts you saved there. There you will find the letters another person wanted to write to the people you now know.
You may also find someone with a stronger voice than the one you can muster these days, in which case, you may control+shift+t your way as fast as you can to the site where you used to keep a blog -- and hell, don't make it the one your old boyfriends still read from time to time: make it the one from even before that. Spill your guts out there because a couple of your dear pals have recently done the same, and in doing so, inspired you to defibrillate the sputtering orator within. I'm tired of lower-casing it to play it cool. I used to think blogging was time away from the writing I should be doing; now I see it's the running warm-up scales you have to practice before you try out the fancy cadenza.
I cried Saturday and Sunday. I hadn't cried in forever before that, and it's been years and years since I've cried twice in one week unless somebody's death was involved. I'm not sure it's a bad thing, but I've gotta get some balance. I'm back for a bit.
You may also find someone with a stronger voice than the one you can muster these days, in which case, you may control+shift+t your way as fast as you can to the site where you used to keep a blog -- and hell, don't make it the one your old boyfriends still read from time to time: make it the one from even before that. Spill your guts out there because a couple of your dear pals have recently done the same, and in doing so, inspired you to defibrillate the sputtering orator within. I'm tired of lower-casing it to play it cool. I used to think blogging was time away from the writing I should be doing; now I see it's the running warm-up scales you have to practice before you try out the fancy cadenza.
I cried Saturday and Sunday. I hadn't cried in forever before that, and it's been years and years since I've cried twice in one week unless somebody's death was involved. I'm not sure it's a bad thing, but I've gotta get some balance. I'm back for a bit.