i have been meaning to write again but inspiration eludes me. i worry sometimes that this skill would atrophy.
whenever i am in front of a computer, writing a post is the farthest thing from my mind. life and work has become distractions instead of the sources of literary inspiration. i am contented with reading other people’s work and silently wish that i could be as adept at writing as they are. but unfortunately, one has to sift through a lot of emotional trash before finding a little bright spot of ‘writing potential’.
i will write again soon. don’t count me out yet.
consider this an apology, a greeting and a desperate call for attention (an exaggeration, i know) rolled into a few lines of words.
we will see each other again soon.