Back In the Neighborhood
I recently stumbled upon a blog by someone who claims to have loved me once, and I was surprised to learn that this person writes very well. Reading through the skillfully-written entries, I wondered, "Did you ever write about me?"
Anyway, as of late, inspiration has been sniffing around my vicinity, mostly instigated by David Sedaris' hilarious audiobooks and my reawakened love for fiction. So I figured I should start writing again, since it gives me a fantastic excuse to take a break from cramming for tomorrow's exam. I reviewed some of my old blog entries, and judging from the banality of the juvenile concerns of my past, I'm a little bit excited about going back to writing, because I want to find out if I have also matured as a writer the way I think I have matured as a person. There is a big possibility that I've grown boring, because law school has killed my inner rockstar, but then again, some people still like me, so I probably have not deteriorated that bad. At least, not yet.
The only thing that really scares me is that I have recently given the link to this blog to a brand new "special person", and it's quite terrifying to think that the psychotic voice in my head will have a new audience - that new audience being the person I will most likely write about from now on.
Well, looking at the shiny, sparkling side of it, at least, when things go wrong, he won't need to ask me, "What the f*ck is wrong with you?"
Anyway, as of late, inspiration has been sniffing around my vicinity, mostly instigated by David Sedaris' hilarious audiobooks and my reawakened love for fiction. So I figured I should start writing again, since it gives me a fantastic excuse to take a break from cramming for tomorrow's exam. I reviewed some of my old blog entries, and judging from the banality of the juvenile concerns of my past, I'm a little bit excited about going back to writing, because I want to find out if I have also matured as a writer the way I think I have matured as a person. There is a big possibility that I've grown boring, because law school has killed my inner rockstar, but then again, some people still like me, so I probably have not deteriorated that bad. At least, not yet.
The only thing that really scares me is that I have recently given the link to this blog to a brand new "special person", and it's quite terrifying to think that the psychotic voice in my head will have a new audience - that new audience being the person I will most likely write about from now on.
Well, looking at the shiny, sparkling side of it, at least, when things go wrong, he won't need to ask me, "What the f*ck is wrong with you?"