Sometimes, I really do not feel like blogging. And I know I'm not the only one as I frequent my favourite blogs only to find them not updated as well.
I'll be curled up in bed with a steaming cup of coffee, reading a book when I realise that it has almost been a week. Time for a new post. I will have absolutely no idea what to write about, I won’t even feel like carefully crafting a sentence together in my head, but I’ll sit there and force my way through until I’ve produced a post.
I find that lately I am at a loss for words. The normal flow I have grown accustom to has vanished into thin air. Searching around the darkest corners of my mind, I grow tired and frustrated. More often than not, I stop before I even start because I am afraid to fail. Garbage. Why can I only write garbage. Its demoralising. All my sentences sound the same, if not plagued with grammatical errors.
There’s no cadence, no rhythm, no definable voice. I suck.
Right now, the blank white pages scare everything out of me. This is partly due to the amount of things I want to write about, I have so many things I'd like to share with you - its volume increasing everyday and yet it is still bottled up inside of me due to a few reasons.
But then again, there is this feeling - sometimes I just don't feel like writing and telling you, relating my thoughts to you. Or maybe, I'm just too tired from the amount of obligations forced upon me.
Dear blog, when will my enthusiasm for you return back to me?