Still Kicking...
I'm still alive.
Just seems that most of my writing has been private lately.
That or it has been too hot to even think, yet alone write. I don't write "live" much these days, since I can not get on at home. I prefer to write at home, in private, on the word processor, then post the entries soon after. That way I am in my own natural environment, without time limitations and unfamiliar noise that is extra distracting.
I am a writer.
I'm allowed to be moody, weird and a little crazy.
I am also allowed to take hiatuses and think in private when I need to. It seems that I can't stay away and eventually find my way back home. Like a migratory bird, I follow the seasons.
A little privacy and quiet is good, too much is a voice silenced.
Just seems that most of my writing has been private lately.
That or it has been too hot to even think, yet alone write. I don't write "live" much these days, since I can not get on at home. I prefer to write at home, in private, on the word processor, then post the entries soon after. That way I am in my own natural environment, without time limitations and unfamiliar noise that is extra distracting.
I am a writer.
I'm allowed to be moody, weird and a little crazy.
I am also allowed to take hiatuses and think in private when I need to. It seems that I can't stay away and eventually find my way back home. Like a migratory bird, I follow the seasons.
A little privacy and quiet is good, too much is a voice silenced.