When I first considered my relation with writing seriously, I got a little bit scared. I was a cheater, hiding all our meetings, whispering so no one could hear us. I wasn’t ready to break up with what I had, I wasn’t ready to break up with writing either. I knew nothing of it and I don’t think it was too accustomed of me either. I loved it, I could not spend my life lusting for it and do nothing, even if that meant we were lovers. That was all I knew then so I took my chance.
Discovering each other was magic, new, and made my heart rush. I felt good, I felt bad, I felt worse, I wanted to go back to the way things were before we started the adventure, I wanted to go further and run with it in the world. All my thoughts were conflicted, and even now, after all this time, they still are. Continue reading “Now I’m prepared”
“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” ― Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
If you are still here after all this time, you might have forgotten me and what were you doing on this blog. And if you spared a moment to ask yourself what happened, don’t worry, I’m still alive and healthy – hopefully. Just life and procrastination.
I’ve started this blog in 2011 – can’t believe how fast time flew – when I realized there were too many thoughts inside my head and I wanted to do more in life than just go to work and come home and repeat this every day. I wanted to write and share my mind with others who were willing to step inside it. I wanted to tell stories that I would have read, I wanted to be the person I was not. Hero, villain, human or alien. And I started to write. Continue reading “New year, new blog”