Time and time again, I've said that I've wanted to give writing another shot again. Just writing on a blog. Nothing fancy. Nothing great. Just plain writing.
My creative writing teacher back in high school once said that "Great writers keep journals." Back then, it had inspired me to at least try to keep up with writing in one every once in a while. However that endeavor didn't get very far. Since then, it's been something that I have tried doing over and over again. At the end of the day, it only takes a matter of time until everything comes to a halt and I toss it aside, soon to be forgotten once more. It's happened with both handwritten journals and online blogs, especially when it comes to me. They never last long.
I'm rusty, I'll admit that. It's been too long since I've written down how my day has gone, hoping that I may read it again in the future and smile, laugh, cry at whatever I had accomplished then, no matter how petty. It's different laying something like this out for yourself, open to others to read. It's not like plurk, or instant messaging where you're outwardly talking to friends. To me it's probably more of musing to yourself before anything else. If people do decide to read it then that is more of a extra than anything else.
So here I am, giving it a shot for the billionth time. Maybe this one will actually stick around, maybe this would actually work out. Hopefully it actually will, and that it will become a good bank of memories to go back to whatever the future may bring.
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And maybe someday I'll stop typing like I have dyslexia.
My creative writing teacher back in high school once said that "Great writers keep journals." Back then, it had inspired me to at least try to keep up with writing in one every once in a while. However that endeavor didn't get very far. Since then, it's been something that I have tried doing over and over again. At the end of the day, it only takes a matter of time until everything comes to a halt and I toss it aside, soon to be forgotten once more. It's happened with both handwritten journals and online blogs, especially when it comes to me. They never last long.
I'm rusty, I'll admit that. It's been too long since I've written down how my day has gone, hoping that I may read it again in the future and smile, laugh, cry at whatever I had accomplished then, no matter how petty. It's different laying something like this out for yourself, open to others to read. It's not like plurk, or instant messaging where you're outwardly talking to friends. To me it's probably more of musing to yourself before anything else. If people do decide to read it then that is more of a extra than anything else.
So here I am, giving it a shot for the billionth time. Maybe this one will actually stick around, maybe this would actually work out. Hopefully it actually will, and that it will become a good bank of memories to go back to whatever the future may bring.
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And maybe someday I'll stop typing like I have dyslexia.
