i admit, i love writing. i love sitting down and letting the words ramble out on to the screen - sometimes it doesn’t make sense and that often stresses me but it still doesn’t affect my love for it. i tend to try and write stories but i never finish. as a matter of fact i have a selection of opening pages to my stories that are just left with nothing to impact from. whether that’s just the lack of interest towards expanding or the fact i can’t always be bothered to sit and write so it makes sense, i don’t know. i’m probably betting on it being the second one. instinctively i think that’s why i started a blog. to be able to write about whatever i want - well, frankly it’s not always the case. i feel suppressed to say things, afraid they might poisonously leak on to the internet or whatever. yes, I’m being paranoid again - i can’t help it. you have to think these things through i guess. i don’t know, i might start some sort of blog-story were i write a section each week and people can input there opinions and perhaps give ideas. it sounds good but whether my commitments are up to it, i’m not so sure.i shall have to do yet more thinking.
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gaya
xoxo
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