A real writer seeks not wealth or fame, but merely to reach out to an audience, no matter how big or small. To inspire and to be inspired.
Tonight, the most unexpected person told me that she was a fan of my work and asked if I had abandoned my blog for good. Truthfully, the answer is no, although it seems like I have. Over the past many months, I have felt uninspired, lazy, and most of all, “busy”. From time to time, I would have flashbacks of my writing, about the things that used to inspire me, and I would sometimes even be inspired, but I found myself too attached to the things I was doing instead of the things I should’ve been doing.
During my summer break, I spent my time trying to “improve” myself by learning how to bake, cook, and tend to the house chores more. What I didn’t realize is that I was so busy trying to pick up new skills that I didn’t even think twice about sharpening my given skills. I wouldn’t go so far as to say that my ability to write was in my genes, neither was it sent down by angels during my birth. It took years of being exposed to great literary works and practice.
.. And that’s why I’m struggling to pen this post. I’ve been out of practice for a long time now. But to those of you out there who have been supporting me since day one, you guys are the reason why I do this. Thank you for sticking with me, clicking the link to my blog, and reading all my posts. You have made me believe that inspiration comes from anywhere, and that there are people out there who see you for all the good in you, no matter how bad you feel about yourself. I promise I’ll try harder this time, and I’m keeping to my word!