I'm a very, very poor blogger. For ages I fantasize about getting a new blog and writing about this and that and then once I do I fall flat on my face. Every since I started this blog all words seem to have cruelly deserted me. And then on the few occasions that I can actually find the words and thoughts everything strikes at once and I am left with a massive jumble of half processed things. And don't even get me started on my thought process (or lack of it). I mean, it should be recorded and donated to science, I tell you! More often than not I start a post, give it a title, type in the first sentences and before I know it I've lead myself somewhere completely different from where I intended to be. So in the few occasions I manage to write something I very seldom hit the "publish" button. Sad, I know. Though it's not like I'm depriving anyone from great prose. Or great thinking, for that matter.
Yes, I think I will always romantise about my writing efforts. Of how I'll just log in and pour my heart and soul and my many, many insightful ideas and theories into the blog. And it will be quirky and funny, and girly and nice and fresh and hip (does anyone still says "hip" anymore?) and inspirational and people will like it and comment and I'll feel like I have a fresh medium through which to express myself and touch other people.
Alas my writing is not as interesting as I'd like it to be. As I am in person. It's sad, but it's life.
Doesn't mean I'll stop trying, though, does it?
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