It’s been a long time since I wrote for the love of writing and I don’t know where to begin again. I’ve written for school and little else since last summer (and the writing process itself was painstaking and loathsome to me). But it would be disingenuous to pretend that school is the reason for my recent withdrawal from writing – or that this withdrawal is recent at all. The truth is that besides sentences and paragraphs here and there, I haven’t written – really written – in just shy of four years.
It’s a strange and long-standing suffocation, this estrangement, that I no longer feel except in momentary release. When I write the grip which constrains me loosens just a bit, and in its loosening I realize its presence which I have become accustomed to. I long to write again; my fingers itch for it, but starve still for air. So that’s why I’m here – to breathe again; to reignite my passion for writing, to keep myself motivated and accountable, and to share my journey with you.
For those who relate, embark with me on this journey! We can fall in love all over again with the art and the pleasure of literature together. If you walk a different path or traverse another terrain, you’re welcome to join in the discussion as well! Tell me all about your own journeys. Perhaps they are odysseys, voyages, pilgrimages, migrations, strolls – whatever they are and in whatever they may be, I’d love to listen to your story!