Allow me to explain myself -12:08 AM
A lack of inspiration, a drought of heart, a missing soul. These all adequately describe the way I felt toward toward my writing on the page, in a word document, and on this blog from around June to Recently.
I felt lost in my writing pursuits and honestly couldn't find the words for any type of writing I tried - blogs, short stories, camp NaNoWriMo, journaling, anything.
Recently I've reflected on that, thinking about why I went through this period of painful writing. Writing should never be painful if you love it. I didn't know what happened or where it came from, and it left me feeling inadequate and underachieved in the one thing I truly love - literature and the written word.
I went through a weird period where I broke up with my boyfriend of three years and moved to my grandparents to work at a bookstore pretty much full time this summer. When I say it like that, it sounds like I went through a quarter-life crisis. It was an amazing experience, I was constantly around readers and sometimes writers, yet I struggled with this aspect of my life outside the store.
This past month of October, and now into November, my writing has been stronger than ever. I've been encouraged by many around me, including professors, my step dad, mom, peers, and, most importantly, myself.
For a while I lost track of my dream. Well, I'm back. My blog might be a bit more bookish, but the same amount reflective and a little bit girly.
I appreciate if you've read this.
In the words of Adele: Hello, it's me. How are you? It's so typical of me to talk about myself.
Lots of love,