For the past couple of months, I've just had this urge to write. But formulating everything I'm feelings doesn't really do much besides staring off into empty space and an even more empty screen. I see the words. I feel the words but the follow through just doesn't come to me.
Lack of motivation? Lack of drive?
Emotional garbage has clouded my way of thinking. Instead of harvesting it into a huge cry fest I've decided to invest it into some manor of good.
Most artists are tortured right?
Emotion brings forth a different level of art right?
All this means is that I'll be on blogger more than normal. Just focusing on next steps and new beginnings.
Wish me luck.