Time and time again I resolve to write more. Whatever the hell that means. And whenever I set myself up to do so, I blank out. I just engage in a staring contest with my laptop. Sometimes, I even count how many times the cursor blinks. But that is not the point, obviously.
For quite some time my repository of thoughts have been published over at . But as with the “Twitter effect”, where my brain finds it extremely difficult to think beyond 140 characters, my entries were often either useless brain farts or the usual emo posts. Do not even get me started on how much I envy people who religiously write. And write ever so articulately at that.
Perhaps it goes without saying that I miss writing. The unabashed joy whenever my thoughts race through my mind and fingers and become actual words. And if the world will indeed end by the tail end of 2012 then I at least want to have my thoughts written somewhere. Never mind if it will go kaboom with everything else. For as long as they escape my system and I somehow share it with imaginary beings is totally fine with me.
So yes, it is time to rectify my writing habits. I won’t of course promise a daily account of the goings on in my life. I have Twitter for that. Nor would I claim to be a blogger who would chronicle basically nonsense things only a select few take interest in. Oh thinly veiled vanity. Zing. I want this space to contain actual thoughts. Something that one would take joy in reading but will make one think. Life is after all a buzz of thoughts and ideas and then processing it for ones self.
But for whatever it’s worth, I’m doing this for myself and my love for writing. So, enough of the blabbering. I better start dusting this space and making it more homey. Time to settle in and start writing.
For real this time. I can’t have posts dated a year apart. That’s just a shame. Fingers stretched. Neck cracked. Here we go!
