I’ve never been a very dedicated blogger. So, I decided to quit about a year and a half ago from a combination of fear of being a bad writer and also just because I have never been dedicated. Also, a fear that my post are frivolous.
I miss it. I miss writing. I feel the desire to write constantly. So that means I should. Right? I wrote an entry today-almost a short story. It started as a short story but became more of an essay about love-something I’ve been thinking a lot about recently.
So, I might start writing again. I’m not sure. I’m afraid to post things that might be stupid on the internet, where nothing ever goes away…ever.