My hiatus

As much as it pains me to say it, I am going to attempt to articulate as best I can the reasons behind my writing hiatus over the past year or two, and in doing so, am adamant to overcome this incredibly barren spell.

Many a time during this hiatus, I have tried to write - sitting with my fingers perched meaninglessly over the keyboard - but the words were trapped. Trapped in a maze chock-a-block with varied and confused emotions and ideas, yet so empty and sparse like the desert sand in a dust storm. I struggled immensely with articulating my thoughts on paper, a process that once came to me so fluidly, even though I had much to say. During this period, I questioned my motives for writing to a mostly-unknown audience: the internet. I questioned why I'd previously written annonymously. I wondered where my inspirations came from and who I was inspired by. I queried why writing used to give me so much pleasure.

Finally, I came to a conclusion that I need to write. Writing provides me with a way to articulate my thoughts and also my speech. It helps me to focus my energies into something positive, and to channel them into an arena which I am familiar with. When I write, I let the random words and ideas weave their way onto the page into coherent sentences. I don't necessarily plan what I want to write or how I want a piece to be structured - I just write. The sense of accomplishment it gives me is truly wonderful, and, if I may say so, addictive.

But first, I need to overcome my current verbal constipation. Oh, I have so many stories to tell you, and my plan of attack is simply to keep writing. So, please forgive me if much of it comes out as literal garbage, for I have faith that there is light at the end of the tunnel.

Take care.