I used to write a lot.
Once upon a time, I wrote poetry, which eventually evolved into
music. Dabbling in fiction, I ventured
into prose. Eventually, I started
writing about life – whining, really. A
few years ago, my focus shifted to academic writing; then to no writing at
all. I could say that life got in the
way, or that conditions for free expression where not ideal. Truthfully, I got lazy – and depressed – not necessarily
in that order.
It is time that I write again. If not to recapture my creativity or reassert
the artist in me, then to occupy my time.
Stick around. Who knows where
this will lead?
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