So it's been a month. Oddly enough, very nearly to the day. But that's neither here nor there. The thing is I haven't been writing (well, here). Well, if I was honest, not much anywhere else, except for some scratching on student papers and some cramped doodles in my personal journal.
I've actually been doing more photography as well as working on some other writing projects. The trouble is, I've been doing so much information gathering for said writing projects that I haven't really written, as in, put my thoughts down on paper, in a while.
I was about to write a Facebook post (see? that's writing! Okay, grasping for straws here), calling out to my writing friends about ways to motivate myself, to give me a cute trick that both inspire me and get my fingers working.
But as I was about to do that, I realized that both took the same effort-- the sitting and down and writing the FB post and the sitting down and the writing of, well, the writing.
It's Christmastime, and I always get very inspired to be a better artist and writer around the holidays. I feel both deep and sentimental as well as heartily ashamed of everything I haven't done write, I mean, right, this year, as a result of my life thrown in the relief of the wished-for perfection of the Christmas season.
But that's okay, whatever it takes to bring me back here, back home, where I belong. I always swear I won't do this again, but here I am. Merry Christmas, I'm starting over. Again.
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