I have grown increasingly aware of the fact that I no longer write; not just in this blog, but anywhere at all. I used to write quite prolifically. I used to have dreams of being a famous writer, with my own column in a newspaper of magazine, or a famous poet, or just of writing for myself at least. I used to be quite good. I am no longer.
I'm rusty. Rustier than I think I have ever been at anything else in my entire life. How could I let one of my biggest dreams, one of my favorite things to do, fall so lax? It's sad really. I think I've filled that hole, at least at the moment, with music; which I enjoy doing just as much as I enjoyed writing once upon a time, but I still wish that I wrote.
Wow... look at that blog entry. I'd try to edit it at least a bit, but I think I'll leave it. It helps prove my point eh.
Sunday, August 5, 2007
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