It’s been years since I’ve really sat down to “write” anything of depth. These past few entries have been drudged up from the past. Back in the day, some would call it. Perhaps even a past life? No… a former semblance of who I am today. I know I posted recently that we all change. Some of us faster than others and some of us not at all. Then again, I am a firm believer that in order for an individual to change, they must want it. Past behaviors, after all that change, has a way of sneaking up on you when you least expect it.
Maybe that is what took place here. I think I am trying to go back to that place where I did all of that writing. The poetry; the short stories; the “deep see” expeditions that brought about so many serendipity’s, it made my head spin. Then again, I was in a place that was … meant to be, for lack of a better term. I was happy back then. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy now. But I seemed to have been happier when I was able to write.
I still do, just not here. On role-play forum sites where you write with another.
I want to write here.
New and interesting posts. New short stories and poetry. Maybe I am trying too hard. Or not hard enough.
What makes this interesting, or not, is that I went ahead and paid for my subscription for here. And ironically, I am at a loss for words.