I was thinking about my journal habits after being asked by a good friend if I am a regular diary keeper. The answer isn't quite yes. I love diaries, journals, notebooks, stationary, smooth ink pens and even nicely sharpened No. 2 pencils. I love writing utensils, but I am terribly inconsistent about using them on a regular basis. I checked up on my old blog haunts in high school. I had/have a Xanga and livejournal. I actually remembered my username and password! Miracles beyond miracles, no? It's been 5 or so years since I last checked in on them. I was quite the case of teenage angst. I probably still am and in 5 years or so when I read my entries here I'll think that I was a whiny 20-something. Ah, maturity.
Anyway, my point is I'm happy to have a sort of paper trail of where my thoughts and musings have gone and went and grown since I was 15. It's cool to look back and think about where I was and who I was when those entries were written.
Currently, I'm trying to get back into writing fiction, but I can't seem to find my flow and depth of content. Nothing is coming together. All is fragmented. Much like my sentence structuring, I suppose.
Say you're a relatively active person in all thing literary and you're craving for something new to read, what would it be about? Can anyone share some inspiration? I seem to have run dry.
Be back soon. xo
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