I have decided to write, I made this decision approximately three and a half years ago and am now happy that I'm atleast partially carrying it out. I almost did it a year ago, when I wrote a blog about insomnia (you can read it below I guess), but before I could publish it, my current supply wonked out and I was left without the power of the internet beneath my fingers. Fighting hysteria, I waited for the current to come, but alas I could not find my draft. Imagine my surprise when I log in today and find my draft well and alive after all these years, I published it of course and immediately set out to write my second one.
There's just this teensy problem of me having nothing to write about, but don't worry, I have found a way around it, I'll just write about how I have nothing to write about, brilliant right? well, here we go:
(Half hour passes) OK, I apparently can't even write about how I have nothing to write about. Inspiration has eluded me for a wrong time, no spark in my life. I want anyone whose reading to know that I have passed through a prolonged trough of creativity in my life. One of the reasons I'm taking up blogging is because I've always been passionate about writing, I just could never get down to it, not anymore. I am going to reclaim my life and this blog is just the beginning.
Hey, that was pretty good, looks like doing nothing for a half hour can have some good after all. Until I find my next hot topic to write about, goodbye.
