Direly and desperately I lacked a cathartic outlet for my once passionately held craft of writing, and with only a little lackluster inspiration I brought myself to start a handful of new blogs to see if it may rekindle a flame that has been all but snuffed out. Thus so, this story begins the way any good story does: It was a dark and stormy night...
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
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This entry is less a Christening and more a test drive than anything.
Direly and desperately I lacked a cathartic outlet for my once passionately held craft of writing, and with only a little lackluster inspiration I brought myself to start a handful of new blogs to see if it may rekindle a flame that has been all but snuffed out. Thus so, this story begins the way any good story does: It was a dark and stormy night...
Direly and desperately I lacked a cathartic outlet for my once passionately held craft of writing, and with only a little lackluster inspiration I brought myself to start a handful of new blogs to see if it may rekindle a flame that has been all but snuffed out. Thus so, this story begins the way any good story does: It was a dark and stormy night...
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Maybe write about adventures you've had. *shrugs* I write about my problems, but really, I don't expect my list of permitted readers to check in daily :P But I think you'll be TONS more interesting than me.
Love has always given me security, I regret to say it. I don't know how to deal with being scared and alone. I have a number of very close friends, yes, but it's not the same. It doesn't feel the same when I just need that one person to tell me they love me. I know. I'm ultimately screwed in life if I keep going on this way.
Here I am. Now I don't know what to do to help....
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