Writing used to come very easily to me. I could peer into myself and know that I was doing the right thing. That writing was the right outlet for me but it has become very difficult.
Sometimes I’m not sure if writing is the right medium for my creativity. It’s hard for me to express exactly how mundane my day to day life is these days. I recently went on vacation with the love of my life and it was a very pleasant quiet time but it’s not the type of experience that I need to fuel my writing.
I was quite the hellion in my time and I could tell you some very damning and otherwise hilarious, mildly disturbing stories and those moments filled me with a need to express myself.
Ugh…FINE I’ll tell you stories of my misspent youth. No judging
The New Sage 