My post from yesterday was the first new blog entry I've written in over a year. Its dated October 2009 but its actually copied from my previous blog. Writing it, I realized how rusty my writing skills are. Writing is like anything else. If you don't use it, then you lose it.
Its been over a year since the last short story I've written, and a year since the last poem I completed. I've also stopped writing daily in my journal like I use to; now I'm lucky if I write one new entry a month.
Not being in school any longer means that I don't have to write if I don't want to. And for the last year, I really haven't wanted to write anything. I was tired, burned out. It wasn't that I didn't have anything to say, its just that I didn't want to say it. I didn't want to think about anything. I just wanted to smile, and laugh and live and not think and not feel. Not regret. I just wanted to be.
My voice has come back to me somehow. Perhaps its because I'm journaling more. Or perhaps its due to something that even inspired the daily journaling. I think I've rested enough. Its time to feel. Time to think. Time for honesty. Time for writing.
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