So here's the deal. I've got to stop fucking around and get some writing done. If I want this half as bad as I claim, then there's going to have to be some changes made around here. And by around here, I literally mean here, as I'm in the process of moving.
I say I want to write, but no time seems to be devoted to doing any writing of my own. All I do is enviously read other's masterpieces. This will change.
Not to alarm anyone, but I mean now. This instant.
I'm tired of sitting and waiting for others to decide what is best for me. I want this, it is within my grasp and I'll be damned if I am the reason I don't get anywhere with my writing.
So. Here I am. Intimidated but exhilirated all the same. The goal? To write in here at least once a day, if not more. Thoughts, poems, rants, whatever comes to mind but it must be honest and true to me as an individual and as an artist. Cheap, petty thoughts shall not traverse these sanctified...pages. Sorta. Fuck.
With this in mind, I shall return to Gulliver's Travels.
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2 comments:
Here Here ! I know exactly what you mean.... so easy to say so hard to keep up!
You can do it!!!
welcome to the blogosphere. these are my open arms. this is my playground. i hope you enjoy yourself.
as for cheap petty thoughts, you will often find yourself unable to deter them, but simply loving the fact that you are consciously trying to.
much love,
the girl who used to live down the hall ;)
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